God, she was so close to just leaning forward that bit and closing the gap between them and they never had gotten around to talking about them and quite what them actually entailed and...
It was probably a really good idea that he'd logged out and gotten up to move to the outside, away from people. So he could talk to her without people thinking he was some kind of crazy person on day release and holy fucking shiteballs, was he swinging her around?
She actually staggered when he put her down, losing her footing in a way that wasn't to do with the fucking stupid boots as she looked at him, just simply dumbfounded. "Are you high? You're not on the fucking blood, are you, fuck, what?" When he got this.... hyper it meant one of two things.
Leaning forward, she grabbed his jacket roughly and tugged him close, and pressed in as though she was about to actually kiss him, if it wasn't for the way her nose crinkled up as she sniffed his breath. None of that coppery scent of blood, and he wasn't acting like a cold arsehole with the cutting comments and snide eye rolls so that meant...
"Oh fucking hell." There it was. That sugary sweet smell. Alex stepped back, a look of faint horror in her eyes as she stared up at him.
"Who in the name of sodding stupidity gave you Kia Ora?"