Further news of her Dads was disconcerting, and he wanted to discuss, but the availability was constantly interrupted by Annie’s perma-adorable cockney quips and it hardly seemed the place. Later, then. Acknowledging that he’d heard and was thinking about it, however, he set a hand at her lower back for a moment, smoothing a thumb over her shirt before withdrawing.
Aaaand Annie had acquired free food. Pride, rather than amusement, turned his bright eyes. Smart kid, playing to her strengths. “That things as big as your head. You gonna share?” he teased. Annie twirled away, laughing “no.”
Jasmine’s recounting of her largely transparent childhood got a nod. He didn’t have context, but it mostly made sense. “Yeah there’s a limit,” he agreed, grateful for the input.
“Do you think-“ he paused, newly aware that this conversation was a little beyond the ‘friends with benefits’ threshold despite having progressed well into it. It’s happened naturally, like stepping through the door to his suite just after dawn on a work night; automated and unconcerned. He frowned, dragging the edge of his tongue between pressed lips. “Do you think I should tell her about this?” Max tapped his temple closest to her, indicating the unexplained junk going in with his shifter status and the associated eye bloopers.
Another filter of light shimmered at Jasmine’a opposite side. For just a moment, he thought he’d seen a face. Jazzy. His focus darted once, then back to more familiar territory, stuck in eyes rich as pre-caramelized sugar.