“What’s the fun in playing it safe?” he answered, offering another smile, this one a little less forced. It had always been easier for Wyatt to act calm when he didn’t feel it, seem fine when he wasn’t, than to actually admit that things were wrong. And he figured Konis wouldn’t care enough to make him talk about anything, so he would just do what he always did.
“If you pop up when I’m naked or in the middle of things that’s on you,” she grumbled, crossing her arms and kicking her feet up on the table. She wasn’t entirely sure nudity would be a deterrent for him, but it was worth a shot. But, for now, she simply dug a bottle of vodka out from between two cushions and offered it to him.
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