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“Well, I can see you’re going to be no help.”
“Hush now, Blondie. I wanna hold you.”
“In a minute.”
Mitchell wasn’t aware that he’d fallen asleep until a head landed on his chest. Lifting a hand, he ran his fingers through the short, silky strands. “Love you like crazy, Blondie.”
“Love you too, now shut up.”
Pleased because there was little that could improve his life—and all that was on his list was binding his blood with Pierson—Mitchell did as he asked while cuddling him close.
Chapter 37
After a weekend that included Pierson attending the same movie twice, he had no complaints. It’d been a great depiction of two mates that had overcome everything to be together, and Pierson had loved it just as much watching it with Mitchell. More plausible if they happened to run into each other in Pierson’s mind than if the two former enemies had suddenly decided to make plans together, his other half had complained royally about them arriving separately. Once it was sufficiently dark, he’d soothed Mitchell by holding his hand through the whole film.
In San Diego wrapping up a training session, he needed to get home to cook dinner. There was asparagus in the fridge that had to be used before it went bad, so he was considering proteins as he dismissed the mixture of fallen knights and their Juris counterparts. Pierson picked up his binder as people filtered out and unplugged his laptop when his name was called.
“Yes?” Pierson asked.
FK8 Gratien Titanius had spent the class paying close attention if his questions had been anything to go by, and Pierson appreciated a good listener. “Do you have a minute?”
“Sure,” Pierson responded when the room emptied.
“Thanks for doing this, I learned a lot.”
“Great, feel free to contact me with any questions.”
Gratien lifted a dark brow, and there was something about the sparkle in his blue eyes that reminded him of Mitchell. “What if the question wasn’t related to what you taught us today?”
Thoroughly confused, Pierson’s forehead crinkled as he tried to process what Gratien meant. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”
“I used to think I was better at this. Look, did you want to go grab or drink or something?”
“I wish I could, but I have plans.”
To his complete shock, Gratien whipped out a business card and pushed it into the front pocket of Pierson’s uniform shirt. “Next time you’re going to be in town, give me a call. Maybe we can grab that drink or get together. I’d like to see more of you.”
“Uh…sure,” Pierson sputtered while he wondered what in the hell was exactly happening.
Gratien’s smile was flirty as he sauntered out, and Pierson stood there in the quiet room for a moment, still confused. Shaking his head, he shoved his laptop into his satchel and strode out of the office to make the short walk to the Dérive station. When he teleported home, he dropped his things next to his desk and used his senses to hunt Mitchell down. Finding his prey in the bedroom, his stomach did a quick little flip as he came face-to-face with his bare chest. Unfortunately, it was soon covered by a T-shirt, which made Pierson frown.
“Hey, Blondie,” Mitchell said once he spotted him. Walking over, he kissed him hello.
“Hi.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, the strangest thing happened at the end of my class,” Pierson remarked and explained his encounter with Gratien.
For a second, Mitchell stared at him. Then he laughed…hard enough that he grabbed his side, which was ridiculous since chuckling was certainly unable to hurt a fallen knight.
Pierson poked him. “What’s so funny?”
“He wants to have sex with you, Murphy.”
“That’s nonsense, people don’t want to have sex with Frozen Face.”
“You weren’t ever supposed to hear that shitty nickname, and I have sex with you all the time.”
