“Have I mentioned how much I hate you two? Cause trust me, I do.”
“Of course you hate us, Matthias,” Nenet drawled, looking up from the map she’d been pouring over with a raised eyebrow and a half mocking, half amused smile on her face. “That’s why you’re in my bed wearing Morgan’s shirt.”
“I’m only wearing his because you’re wearing mine!”
“Of course you are,” her voice was mildly disbelieving but mostly amused. She pulled one of her legs up to her chest, resting her foot on the seat of the chair, and smiled. “Besides, don’t you think it looks better on me?” more than a little flesh had been revealed by her movements.
Gritting his teeth, the man turned his head to the side in a poor attempt to hide his burning face. “I think that you should stop behaving in such a…such a vulgar manner!”
“Aw, so prim and proper aren’t you, Matty?” Nenet cooed, laughing at the man’s muttered curses.
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