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“Hey Ekko, do I look sexy covered in blood?”
At this point he wasn’t even fazed. He looked her up and down, trying to figure out if it was hers or not.
“Why are you covered in blood in the first place?”
“That’s not important,” she said.
“You know what I find sexy? You answering my questions.”
“You know you like me like this,” she said, flashing a smile that she probably thought was irresistible.
It was almost irresistible. And he did kind of like how she looked when she was all banged up and bloody but still smiling. It was kind of badass and very hot, and for fuck’s sake, he needed to focus. She might be bleeding out or something.
“I like you telling me what the hell you’ve been up to. Why are you taking off your shirt? Jinx, this is not going to work. I see you naked every day; it’s not going to..."
Suddenly he seemed to forget what he was saying.
Shit.
“It’s not mine,” she said, wandering over to him. “Mostly.”
Was it bad that he found that even hotter?
“Yes,” he said, still staring at her. “You do look sexy covered in blood. But please don’t use this as an excuse to make this a common occurrence, okay?”
“Hmm,” Jinx said, licking the blood from her teeth. “No promises.”
Ekko sighed in defeat. She always knew how to get to him.
“Shut up and come over here.”