Hartley shook his head. “No, you’re sweet but as long as it’s not too loud I’m okay. Though, I’m never opposed to talking.” Hartley set the timer for 30 minutes and went into the fridge, retrieving a cider. “I’m sure you have questions for me.”
“Oh just a few. First of all, how the hell did you get me to sit still while you got all handsy? Because I don’t just sit still when something that major is happening. Like, seriously.” He said before taking a draw from his bottle.