My mark looks our way. I can feel her gaze on us — it isn't heavy so much as it's searching, sliding through the air, taking in every last detail of our interaction. Which is why I try to make it count, letting my long fingers stretch out over Harley's shoulder, and raising myself on my toes until our foreheads practically touch. It's not the sweet intimacy of a loving relationship. Frankly, I don't want to chance it. My acting chops are good, but innocence isn't as easy as it seems to feign.
"Maybe I'm feeling a little antsy tonight," I whisper, even though there's every chance that my mark can't even hear us in the first place. "Your place or mine?"
She's wearing a red coat. I catch the flash of it in my peripheral vision, then I hear steps retreating in the distance. Dammit. It'll take a while to find her again.
I don't know when I started caring more about people's safety than my wallet.
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Date: 2015-01-03 06:49 am (UTC)"Maybe I'm feeling a little antsy tonight," I whisper, even though there's every chance that my mark can't even hear us in the first place. "Your place or mine?"
She's wearing a red coat. I catch the flash of it in my peripheral vision, then I hear steps retreating in the distance. Dammit. It'll take a while to find her again.
I don't know when I started caring more about people's safety than my wallet.