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“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you,” Adrien muttered beneath his breath.
Marinette tensed against Luka. The words lassoed her heart and squeezed tight.
“What did you say?” Her voice sounded like a frog’s croak.
Adrien’s brows furrowed, lost in his thoughts.
She glanced at Luka and discovered his distracted state as well, his arm hanging loose around her shoulders as she leaned into him.
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Her voice steadied with her command.
Neither answered.
Angry and confused by Adrien’s words, she gulped down her drink and motioned to their server she’d like another. Questions replayed themselves on a loop, threatening to send her to Crazy Town if she didn’t get the answers she needed soon.
Could Adrien have feelings for her? Why now? If he did, what did he want her to do? Would he want her to leave Luka for him?
She glanced at them, neither noticing her growing agitation at their silence.
“It fits,” Luka finally said, flashing a quick grin. “It could work. Thanks.”
Adrien smiled back, satisfaction clear in his expression.
“Hello? What’s going on, you two?” Marinette demanded.
Both laughed.
“A new song, my angel. Adrien’s been helping me write it this past week.”
Warmth rushed through her system to flare her cheeks and singe her ears.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Okay, that makes sense.”
“What did you think I meant, Mari?”
A devilish gleam entered Adrien’s eyes.
“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you meant. Why else would I ask?” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her best glare.
He broke, laughter pouring out of him. “Ah, okay, you win.”
Soft lips brushed against her temple before Luka’s voice tickled at her ear. “Did you want him to be jealous of us? Of what we have together?”
She shook her head, sadness creeping over her. She wanted him to have what they did, not be jealous of it, though she kept the thoughts to herself. She’d already made herself enough of a fool for one evening. It didn’t need to be made worse by her admitting she might’ve thought so for one teeny, tiny second.
Adrien’s hand reached for hers, which she gave to him without resistance.
He smiled at her as he admitted, “I’ll always love you, Marinette. You’re one of my best friends. I know you love me, too, and want the best for me. I appreciate you worrying about me, but please, know I’m happy for you and Luka.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, mollified. “I’m pretty lucky to have you both in my life.”
“We’re the lucky ones, angel.”
Her heart squeezed again at the soft looks she saw on both their faces.
Doing her best to recover, she murmured, “So, when do I get to hear this song you’re working on?”
“When it’s finished,” they said together.