“So what? I have to suck your cock in gratitude?”
“That’d be nice,” he sneered, letting his eyes roam over Luka's body.
A manicured hand tapped the man on the shoulder. “Oi, bastard.”
He snapped around, and when he looked at the person behind him, he visibly winced.
“Bloke said to leave him be. Back off, or I’ll come for ya.”
The stranger in the hoodie took off, and when he moved away, Luka could see his protector.
She was ridiculously tall, yet she still wore heels that looked sharp enough to stab through someone’s foot if she stepped on them. Her extremely long, platinum-blonde hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, and her light, crystal-blue eyes were framed by long, black lashes. She was so pale that she almost looked translucent. When she looked down at Luka, she smacked her gum, popping it against glossy lips, and even such a tasteless action managed to look sensual on her instead.
“You okay? Who are you?” she asked and held out her slender hand for Luka to take. Luka shook it and found her palm cool to the touch.
“Luka, and yeah. Coulda handled that myself, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”
“Eh, Mac’s pretty relentless when he sees a new twink hanging around. Come sit with me and my girls, we got a table.” She motioned by sticking out her thumb and jerking it over her shoulder to point out where the table was, her bangles clacking together in the process.
“Ah.” Luka looked at the table she’d motioned to. “Sure, why not?”
Luka followed her to the table and took the open seat. The blonde woman motioned to the other two at the table in turn. Luka was suddenly extra grateful he’d taken an outfit from Reno’s closet; the women were so glamorous.
“This is Rosé.” She pointed at a tall woman wearing a light blue, sparkling dress that perfectly complemented her dark skin tone. Her voice was buttery-smooth and deep when she offered her hand.
“A pleasure," she said, and Luka locked eyes with her and felt the moment they clocked each other. He smiled, instantly feelingmore comfortable knowing he was sitting with someone similar to himself.
“This is Jan.”
“Janet," she corrected the blonde, tucking her dark, curly hair behind an ear with several piercings through the cartilage. She wore blue lipstick, the same color as Rosé’s dress and Luka wondered if they were dating. “Only my mother calls me Jan.” She shuddered, like it was an awful thing her mom had a nickname for her.
Luka looked between them both and was grateful to be at a table between beautiful lesbians instead of being crowded at the bar by hungry men. He said, “It’s great to meet you both. I’m Luka.”
Luka’s savior took a seat and crossed one leg over the other, stretching the silver silk of her dress tight across her thighs, “ Nice to meet you, Luka. I’m Joy.”
1 Good morning.
2 What time is it?
3 8:15
4 So it is/ I agree
5 30 minutes
6 Yes, teacher.
7 chocolate croissant?
8 Yes, thank you,
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“You’re so drunk.”Reno’s heart would explode with affection at this rate. He knew that distantly,maybe,he should be concerned. But Luka sounded like he had so much fun and made some nice friends, and had gotten back safely, so clearly Luka could take care of himself. But Reno still had to poke fun at him. “You’re adorable, your face issored.”
“I know, I know.” Luka feebly pushed at him. They were in Reno’s bed, Luka fresh from a shower and changed into one of Reno’s softest shirts. “Your face gets red too, y’know?”
“Yes, you do that to me.” Reno loved how Luka smiled so easily when he was like this, how open his expressions turned. “Who’d you hang out with?”
