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One of his brows lifts slightly.
“Not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
“Mm.” I glance down at the oversized black shirt hanging off me. “That’s not really the point here, pretty boy.”
“Then what exactly is your point?” Dagger asks, already sounding exhausted with me. “Your clothes were soaked in foam and freezing cold, and you were passed out. Sorry I took the time to put your unconscious ass in something dry after dragging you out of that disaster.”
I take another sip of water slowly.
“How incredibly noble of you.”
“Yeah, actually.” He folds his arms across his chest. “You’re welcome.”
I snort softly.
“You tucked me into bed too?”
His jaw tightens immediately because unfortunately for him, that absolutely gives him away.
Oh my god.
“You did,” I realize, grinning now despite the migraine currently trying to split my skull open. “That is deeply domestic behavior, Dagger.”
“I was making sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit.”
“Romantic.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You’re emotionally confusing.” I point my glass at him accusingly. “Different issue.”
Dagger drags a hand down his face slowly like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led him here.
“We literally saved your life.”
“At a foam rave, not in war.”
“You stopped responding, Blair. Again.”
The teasing slips slightly at that.
Just enough for something heavier to settle underneath it.
Fear. Real fucking fear.
And suddenly the way he’s watching me makes a little more sense.
The silence stretches weirdly between us after that.
Heavy, but not exactly uncomfortable.
Just… loaded.
His eyes drag over me again slowly like he’s checking I’m still standing.
It does something strange to my chest that I immediately choose to ignore.
“Well,” I sigh eventually, setting the glass down. “I need a shower, and some clean clothes.”
