He processes about half of the words she's rattling off at him, because his brain keeps looping those two things again. Jensen, kiss in a loop and it roll around again and again, until other things start to filter in. The warmth of her lips. How it had felt with her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. Slowly, things are starting to clear up and he works past his shock into something softer. "Bastante," he snaps at Roque and Pooch, throwing a warning look at Clay before he decides to join in on the fun.
Cougar reaches out to take her hand in his, tugging her along towards the balcony where they can close a door. It's stifling and hot outside, but there's a little more privacy if you ignore the fact that the other three aren't making much of an attempt to hide their curiosity.
Even Clay, who's trying to look above it all, is lurking a little closer to the window than before. Cougar tries not to think about how everyone is so close when this is one of the more private moments of his life and he'd prefer to keep it that way.
"You kissed me," is his rough, quiet comment. His back is to the balcony door where they can't see his face. He adjusts the brim of his hat so she can see him under it, not entirely sure he knows what he wants to say. He knows what he feels. He knows he liked it, knows it hadn't been enough, knows that his jealousy frissoned and spiralled when Pooch called her JJ and Roque teased her about kissing the rest of them. Something bristles in his chest to think of them kissing her. It's taken six weeks to break, six weeks to get to the point he's wanted since night one, and now that is has happened, he can't even find the words. At least, not in English. "Lo que tomó tanto tiempo," he exhales.
no subject
Cougar reaches out to take her hand in his, tugging her along towards the balcony where they can close a door. It's stifling and hot outside, but there's a little more privacy if you ignore the fact that the other three aren't making much of an attempt to hide their curiosity.
Even Clay, who's trying to look above it all, is lurking a little closer to the window than before. Cougar tries not to think about how everyone is so close when this is one of the more private moments of his life and he'd prefer to keep it that way.
"You kissed me," is his rough, quiet comment. His back is to the balcony door where they can't see his face. He adjusts the brim of his hat so she can see him under it, not entirely sure he knows what he wants to say. He knows what he feels. He knows he liked it, knows it hadn't been enough, knows that his jealousy frissoned and spiralled when Pooch called her JJ and Roque teased her about kissing the rest of them. Something bristles in his chest to think of them kissing her. It's taken six weeks to break, six weeks to get to the point he's wanted since night one, and now that is has happened, he can't even find the words. At least, not in English. "Lo que tomó tanto tiempo," he exhales.