Incitement ii
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He rubbed the raw skin on his wrists, which burned in the cool night air. "This is all your fault."
She glared at him, a flush staining her cheeks. "It is not."
He settled back gingerly. "Wait 'til I tell my team."
"Jethro," she hissed. "You will not say anything."
He didn't respond.
"And stop smirking." She whacked his shoulder, hitting a forming bruise he suspected was bite-shaped. He winced.
"C'mon Jen, it's a great story. Those guys got in a bar fight over you. Then I rescued you."
"Right. Who broke that joker's nose?" She nudged him, grinning.
"Ow."
Fin