“I could but then I’d miss the chance to call you a jerk,” Aislin glanced in the direction where the cigarette butt had been flicked over the railing. She didn’t care for the habit but wasn’t going to criticize him for it either—and it wasn’t like it would kill him. No, she was more annoyed at Jasper littering and how someone else would have to clean up after him. Again. Which reminded her as to why she was there and quickly shifted from disapproving pout to wicked grin.
“And you would have locked your door if you really didn’t want me coming in,” she kissed Jasper’s cheek as she joined him on the balcony, taking a moment to enjoy the view. Jasper would know why she was there given how much she loved gossip so Aislin enjoyed prolonging the pouncing. It lasted all of seven seconds before she finally caved and turned back to her friend.
“So did you really attack a mage Upstairs last night and spill his blood everywhere? Tina had to clean up after you left with some cute boy toy. But I also heard from Maurice that you spit out the kid’s blood. So what happened? Is he hot? Is he still alive? Rafe had to get involved, didn’t he?”
“And you would have locked your door if you really didn’t want me coming in,” she kissed Jasper’s cheek as she joined him on the balcony, taking a moment to enjoy the view. Jasper would know why she was there given how much she loved gossip so Aislin enjoyed prolonging the pouncing. It lasted all of seven seconds before she finally caved and turned back to her friend.
“So did you really attack a mage Upstairs last night and spill his blood everywhere? Tina had to clean up after you left with some cute boy toy. But I also heard from Maurice that you spit out the kid’s blood. So what happened? Is he hot? Is he still alive? Rafe had to get involved, didn’t he?”
