Trevor chuckled under his breath, leaning a little closer. "Then go ahead. Arrest me."
Lucas made a noise that could only be described as a half-hearted growl. "Don't tempt me. I'm half an inch from throwing myself into the icebox and the other half from climbing into your lap."
"You're allowed to do both," Trevor said mildly. "Though I recommend one before the other."
Lucas shot him a look, but it lacked real venom. He was flushed, a little glassy-eyed, and clearly trying to preserve the last sliver of his composure with what dignity remained. "I hate this. I hate feeling like I'm crawling out of my own skin."
"I know." Trevor murmured, steady and grounding. "Come on. Let's move somewhere cooler. Windstone had our room set up like a freezer."
Lucas gave a soft, approving hum, too warm and dizzy to argue, but still sounding vaguely judgmental. "Remind me to give him a medal. Or an estate."
