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‘Commander,’ Kix said, in that infuriatingly neutral voice he used when he was royally pissed, ‘please lie back down and refrain from pulling your stitches.’
‘Kix,’ Cody drawled, feeling the pain killer he’d been given spreading through his system, loosening his muscles. ‘Kix. Kix. Kiiiiix.’
He shouldn’t be talking. He knew he shouldn’t, but the floaty feeling made it hard to care.
‘Kix, you’re so hot when you’re mad,’ he said. ‘Wanna kiss your grumpy face.’
‘Say that again when you’re sober, Commander,’ Kix drawled, ‘and I might let you.’
‘Cody,’ he said, low and urgent. ‘Call me, Cody. Please.’