"Oh- Jesus-" Darcy scrambles to clutch at Gideon's shoulders when she gets spun around, which does not help her mortification at all. Fucking pet names and everything. Christ.

"Only because you're always using it," she attempts to adjust herself to feel more secure up there but- honestly it's a lost cause. This is just torture. ... half torture, half something else.

"I wouldn't know, I don't read that shit. But if there isn't, I'm watching you do that. Maybe selling tickets."