Tequila's POV
I watch, biting my nails as he makes his way over to the bed.
"You're not sleepy?" He asks confused.
"You got shot." I blink and he deadpans.
"It's not the first time."
"What?" I shriek. "Do you know what that does? It weakens your body and wears you down."
"I'm fine." He raises an eyebrow as he lies down effortlessly. "It was more like a graze."
"It probably hurt. A lot."
"A bit. But I'm all good now, are you okay?" He asks and I scratch my hair.
"I don't even know. That was thrilling. But it was terrifying."
"Mm. I could tell," He had a small amused smile. "So did you enjoy your night?"
"Other than almost getting killed, it was a good evening." I say truthfully, while sitting on the bed.
"You're weird." He snorts and I roll my eyes.
"As if I don't know that."
