as hell and seriously fucking right.
I slid the eyepatch out from under my pillow and twirled it on my finger before mentally shrugging and putting it on. I leaned up in bed to check it out in the mirror, arranging my freshly cut hair around it which was curling as it dried. I took in the new me in that glass and found I didn’t entirely hate what I saw and when the door opened and Rogue stepped into my room in another one of my shirts, her face lit up at the sight of it.
JJ followed her in with a bundle of snacks in his arms and they both piled onto my bed, acting like we hadn’t just all taken part in some weird fuck fest. Mutt came bounding in too, yipping as he leapt onto the bed and snatched a gravy bone from Rogue’s fingers.
Rogue tossed a bag of Cheetos at me, curling up next to me and gazing up at my eyepatch with a smirk. “Looking good, Captain Ace.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I murmured, tearing into the bag of chips while JJ got himself comfy on her other side, his fingers threading between hers.
I stole a look at them both, unsure how they could be so comfortable with this situation but strangely finding it didn’t bother me all that much either. Maybe it was because I knew I was on a time limit, and I’d take whatever I could get from Rogue while I was still here. One thing I was sure of though, was that we’d just added to the list of things that Fox could never fucking find out about.
I raced into Chase's room with an excited shriek, throwing the door open so hard that it crashed against the wall and maybe put a hole in it. Whoops.
Chase cursed from his bathroom where the sound of the shower running filled the air and I clapped my hands loudly.
"Hurry up, sunshine - we're going to be late."
"Late for what?" he snapped. "And why the fuck are you in my room? I'm naked."
"I'm not interested in seeing your todger, Chase, god. Not everything is about you." I hurried over to his closet and grabbed him a pair of shorts and a white shirt before tossing the shirt back and picking a green one out instead. Perfect. "I would have organised this better, but I only just saw the advert online and we have to move our asses if we wanna make it on time."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Chase growled, the sound of the water shutting off following his words.
"He's in town," I said excitedly. "Well not in town. He's in town like six towns over. But that's close enough and I'm not fucking missing it,” I explained.
"You're not talking sense."
I huffed irritably, adjusting my baseball cap and folding my arms as I waited for him to hobble his way out here. He still couldn't put any weight on his busted leg, so he took his sweet time hopping on out, one hand clutching the towel which he'd wrapped around his waist and his cast covered in a bag thingy which kept it dry.
My gaze slid over his bare chest as a few stray beads of water ran down his skin. The cuts were almost completely healed now, only red lines on his flesh remaining and leaving me free to appreciate his muscular body. JJ had taken pity on him and brought a bench and a bunch of weights up here so that he could at least do chest and arm workouts while he was locked away and his muscles were pumped from the workout he'd done pre shower.
I dragged my gaze up from his bare chest to his face, taking in the black eye patch he now wore to cover what Shawn had done to him.
Chase noticed where my attention had fallen and dropped his head, letting his wet curls fall forward to obscure his eyes and I huffed.
"Did I ever tell you about my pirate sex fantasies?" I asked him, making him look up at me again with a frown.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm just saying, I might have to buy you a parrot. You've got the eye patch and the peg leg going for you. If you teach a parrot to say ‘pretty Polly’ to me then I'll probably drop right to my knees and suck your cock like a good little land wench. It's fantasy law."
Chase scoffed, taking hold of the