Kalin giggles, reaching forward to poke Trenton's arm. "Face it bud, Derek would kick your ass and fire you if he thought I enjoyed sitting next to you more than I do him." He looks up at Derek. "Though, he is warmer than you."
"Hmph." Derek huffs softly, continuing to hold Kalin close. His muscles flex around the other's waist while he rests his head back against the seat, enjoying the peace in the car.
Kalin pouts and then grins, knowing how to placate Derek. He reaches up, before Derek can react, sinks his fingers into the other's hair and starts scratching his scalp gently.
"No, just making sure my husband knows I love him and that I know what he needs." He takes Derek's hand with his own free one, bringing his fingers to his lips.
Derek glares as he sees his father, pulling Kalin closer to protect him.
Derek's father stands and walks over, glaring at Kalin for a moment before looking back up at Derek. "You are seriously parading yourself around in public like this?"
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