“Alex?” I whispered.
“Yeah babe?” He mumbled, still playing whatever game had him so enthralled earlier.
“Where’s Blondie?” I whispered again and looked around. I hadn’t seen him for hours.
“You’ve lost him again?” He looked up with a smirk. “I thought you were the expert writer?”
“I never said I was an expert,” I protested.
“Expert trouble maker,” he muttered, going back to his game.
“What?” I threw my stress ball at him, whacking him in the shoulder.
“You wrote him, your fault baby,” he said and yawned.
“I gave him away though. He just wont … go!”
“You wound me honey,” a deep voice drawls. “Careful or I might think you don’t like me!”
“Blondie,” I smile at him. I have to admit I sort of missed him.
“Still no name for me then?”
“Not yet,” I confirm as he wanders over to Alex, watches him play for a few seconds then looks at me.
“So what about these Hemsworths?”
“Hmm, I don’t think you’re a Chris or a Liam.” I shake my head.
“Come on sugar, you can’t keep calling me Blondie,” he says as he takes his shirt off and I squint to try to make out his tattoo.
“Wha … ” I pause to clear my throat. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.” His hands go the button on his jeans.
“Oh.” Blue denim slides down and then I see nothing, Alex’s hand covering my eyes. “Come on, Alex!” I protest.
“Man, we talked about this,” I hear Alex growl.
“What? You afraid she’ll see something she likes?” Blondie says lazily.
“Fuck me,” Alex sighs, his hand still over my eyes.
Great, I have tall dark and broody and tall blonde and smutty!