“You’re cleaning my clock, Preston!”
Lucy sidles up to his barstool all flirty smiles and confidence to stand in the space between his knees. “So it would seem, Logan,” she teases, eyes dancing impishly in the neon bar lights. She leans in and filches a quick kiss, then plucks the bottle from his fingertips to steal a sip of his beer. “I guess you’re a good teacher.”
“Hmm.” Wyatt smirks and splays a hand over the curve of her hip, his thumb teasing the pocket of her jeans. He doesn’t miss the way she subtly leans into his touch or the warmth of her skin radiating through the denim. “Could be that,” he says mildly. Lucy shoots him a questioning look. “Or maybe I’m being hustled.”
Just a little one shot of Lucy and Wyatt, already in an established relationship, having a night off from saving the world.
Bookmarked by Kikismith34
20 Mar 2018