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"Tastes like tasty, tasty child."
He shook his head, refusing to answer before heading for the door.
"I hope not, anyway. You'll have to tell me when we get to know each other better."
She laughed, hugging the pillow to her chest. "My man!"
"Gabe..."
"Like a baby."
He tensed, looking at her warily. "I have to go," he said again. "I'm going to write you when I get there, but I have to go."
He hesitated, his brow furrowing. "I don't think so."
"You're a sight for sore eyes, baby."
"Yes. Please don't sit on me."
He hesitated before taking a quick bite of the pizza.
He barely looked at Miko, trying to clean the blood on his neck. His face was drawn and worried, and he seemed to have high levels of panic hidden...
"Good. I didn't think so."
"So, so lovely."
"Oh, God, please don't."
"I can't eat my baby."
Rowan slung his bag over his shoulder, entering the lab. He took a wipe and applied it to his cut, wincing at the pain. "Hello?"
"Are you?"
"You should go in your towel, though. It's a lovely sight."
She laughed out loud, stretching out on the couch.
