Elias let his head thunk back against the seat and stared at the roof of the car, trying not to notice how the leather still smelled faintly of Victor's cologne and his own iris, the two scents tangled together in the small, climate-controlled space. "I'm done negotiating," he muttered. "We're almost at the office. In two minutes I'll be free."
Victor's grin didn't dim. His thumb drew one last slow circle over the back of Elias's hand, warm enough to make his skin prickle. "If you think going back to the office saves you," he murmured, "you haven't been paying attention."
Ashwin groaned quietly from the jump seat, dragging a hand down his face. "Please tell me you two are going to stop flirting and start working once we're out of this car."
Elias cracked an eye open. "Aren't you supposed to be a silent shadow? I'm starting to see some… attitude creeping in, Ashwin."
"Well, of course," Ashwin said, deadpan. "And it's only your fault."
