“Would you haul your ass?” Lara grits out, annoyed beyond belief. Her hands are effortlessly in their attempts at trying to push you off the table her and Jonah were sitting at. Very important documents settled uncomfortably beneath your paws.

How the hell you got up there? She doesn’t fucking know—doesn’t understand why you would in the first place. Sure, she hadn’t spent her usually long moments in bed with you. Sure, she forgot to feed you breakfast. And, sure, she completely forgot you existed for a moment.

But c’mon. She’s working.

“What’s the matter with you today?” she huffs, finally giving up with a very much so defeated sigh. Muscled arms cross tight over her chest, and Jonah just provides a low laugh in response.

Excusing himself in hopes of leaving you two to work whatever happened out.