15 | Funny, I Don't See You Kneeling
Savannah
Theboothfeltsmallerthan it had an hour ago, though the reason behind that might just have been the walking red flag sitting beside me.
Walking temptation is more like it.
It was two in the morning, and I was packed into the corner beside Jaxon, leather warm beneath my legs, his arm draped casually along the back of the booth behind me.Nerissa and Benji sat across from us, our laughter rising and falling with the music.
“So does that always happen with Jesse?”I asked.
Nerissa took a long sip of her Corona while Benji sighed.
“Mercedes can be… difficult sometimes.”
Jaxon scoffed.“That's putting it lightly.Every time he brings her, they end up fighting over stupid shit.”
Across the club, Jesse and Mercedes were locked in a heated argument.She was shouting at him, fury tightening in her face and her arms moving animatedly.His jaw clenched.Five minutes later, they were gone—storming past the booth without so much as a glance.
“He has his reasons,” Benji muttered, watching them disappear as well.
My eye caught Ari on the dance floor with the two women, one on either side of him like bookends, as they enjoyed a little chaos of their own.
“And that's normal, too?”I laughed, pointing to Ari.
“Pretty much.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Yep.”
Shaking my head, I reached for one of the shots on the table, accidentally brushing my leg to Jaxon's as I leaned back.Key word:accidentally.Something he clearly didn't understand when he brushed his knuckles against my shoulder.It was a light, absent touch that sent a sharp pulse straight through me.I stilled, fingers tightening around the glass.
“The races are heating up again,” Jaxon said casually, lifting his beer to his mouth.“Wolfe texted earlier.Says there’s one next week.”
“Really?”
Jaxon hummed, looking at Nerissa.“Yeah, he asked if we wanted in.Or at least to watch.”
“I'd be down.”
Benji rolled his eyes at Nerissa's immediate response.“I'll never understand why you like those races.I don't see the appeal.”
“That's because you're off on your private jet doing rich Asian things,” she teased.
“It's just some fun, bro.”Jaxon shrugged, chuckling.His fingers slid along the base of my neck and my breath hitched.His mouth curved as he pressed a thumb to my pulse.He felt it.Of course he did.“Fun and adrenaline.”
Benji snorted.“Until the cops show up and everyone scatters like rats.”
“Adds to the thrill,” Jaxon said lazily.
It was hard to focus on anything with his fingers.They drifted downward, tracing the subtle dip between my shoulder blades.My skin buzzed with anticipation, and I brought the shot glass to my lips.It was a poor attempt to quench the heat curling low in my stomach.
Focus.
Follow the conversation.
Be normal.Be calm.
