“Fine, then it was your electric presence that grabbed ahold of me. Like a gnat to a light bulb. I’m the gnat, obviously.” Hartley shrugged and went back to preparing the pie, throwing some fruit into the shell and preheating the oven. “You were certainly a feeler before,” Hartley quipped. “All about feeling me. You played with my hair and you definitely cuddled the crap out of me.”
Cisco giggled again. “If you burn down my apartment complex, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for destroying my comic book and DVD collection.” He teased, jumping down from the counter and grabbing a cider from the fridge. “You want one?”
Cisco backup 