Callen leaned closer into the doorway, his grin spreading, his hand lifting as though he might nudge past Yu.
"C'mon, don't be like that. You hiding secrets in there?"
His voice dropped, husky with suggestion.
"Or are you just waiting for me to come in and—"
Yu didn't let him finish. His palm darted forward, pressing firmly against Callen's chest—not hard, but precisely where the blond's muscles still ached from yesterday. Callen buckled with a groan, nearly doubling over.
"Augh—!"
His hand slapped against the doorframe to steady himself, his grin breaking into a pained grimace.
"Y-You're cruel, you know that?"
He wheezed, eyes narrowing up at Yu.
"How the hell are you walking around fine after our fuck session?"
The slip of his tongue hung heavy between them. Whether he'd meant to say French or whether the word had betrayed his true thoughts, neither could be certain.
Yu only rolled his eyes, masking the flare of panic still coursing under his skin.
