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“It’s fine.”

“Now I know something’s up.” Jupiter reached for Trev’s hand. “We might not have known each other for that long, but I’d still like to think I know you very well.”

“Congratulations on knowing how to hit my prostate in two positions.”

“Three, and no, not that. I know when you’re holding back.” Jupiter clicked his tongue. “You and your beautiful brain don’t like this, do you?”

“No, we do not. It’s stupid. This is all fucking stupid. I’m supposed to blindly follow Cold to his murder lunch tomorrow with no idea what’s really happening, but instead of planning or doing any kind of strategizing, I’m going to a slumber party.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jupiter soothed. “I can try to talk to Cold later, see if he’s willing to tell me anything.”

“Right, ’cause you guys have been bonding so hard over fancy food or whatever.” Trev rolled his eyes hard. “Might wanna wipe off your beard. I think you’ve got some of Cold’s jizz drying there. Ah, yup, right there by your mouth.”

Jupiter only smiled. “You really don’t make it easy to take care of you, baby doll.”

“Fuck you. I don’t need you to take care of me.” Trev scoffed. “I can handle this myself. I’m getting us out of here, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” Jupiter kissed Trev’s forehead. “You are an absolute badass, no argument there, but I can still worry.”

“The only thing I need you to worry about is helping me figure out how to pee in this thing. I guess you just unzip it all the way down, right? ’Cause there’s no, like, flap or anything.”

“And there you go, deflecting because you don’t want to admit how much not being in control is upsetting you.”

“I am in control.” Trev gritted his teeth. “I just don’t have all the information I want right now to be fully prepared. There’s a difference.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up and put on your jammies.”

“Uh-uh. Come here.” Jupiter snagged Trev’s collar, gently but firmly drawing him into a kiss.

It lingered, sweet and deep, until Trev nearly forgot why he was upset.

“We’ve come this far,” Jupiter said quietly. “We just need to go a little further.”

“And then we can go all the way to the fucking beach,” Trev murmured.

“You got it, baby doll.”

Trev sighed. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Trev had to admit that the hood of his pajamas—complete with ears, mane, and a sparkly horn—was cute. The fit of Jupiter’s pajamas was very nice and snug in all the right places, and Trev caught himself staring quite a bit as they headed back downstairs.

Fuck, Jupiter was hot.

Trev was absolutely going to ride his dick in that stupid cat onesie later.

Rowena, Jimmy, and Juicy were waiting for them in the living room with a big pitcher of margaritas ready to go.

Juicy’s onesie was a brown dog with spots and big floppy ears, but he had it folded in his lap so he could pet it instead of wearing it.

Mickey leaned against the doorway, watching everyone get settled with another sneer.

Maybe he just always looked like that.

“Don’t be jealous,” Trev taunted as he got snuggled next to Jupiter. “Maybe if you ask nicely, Rowena will get you your own cool jammies.”

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