Tears well in her vibrant grass green eyes as her grip on my hand tightens and the most breathtaking smile spreads across her gorgeous face.
I might be jealous and pissed off, and I might have an inappropriate, borderline uncontrollable alpha-like need to claim her because of it, but I mean what I said. I’ll help Liv do whatever she needs to do, and I’ll still be here with her after we’re done.
I can’t change when or how we met, and I won’t try to erase or replace her fallen pack, but Liv is mine and I’m going to make sure she knows it if it’s the last thing I do.
I’m just hoping like hell it isn’t.
CHAPTER 8
LIV
BECAUSE I GOT HIGH - AFROMAN
If I have to watch this man try to cram himself into the booth around the table one more time, I think I’m going to scream.
“I like those ladies.” Niko laughs a little, the sound almost like a manly giggle as he spreads a blanket over the seats. “They’re fun.”
I roll my eyes as I lean against the closet. “You’re only saying that because Caroline made you hit her joint.”
“Maybe.” He shrugs and starts piling pillows on the booth. “I’m more relaxed, this is true.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Also true.”
“Then what did I say?”
Niko flashes me a smile that makes my stomach flip. “I think they’re fun because I have a buzz. I’m listening, Olive.”
This man.
“Buzzedis the key word, though. I’m not high. It’s been a long time but two puffs isn’t going to get me stoned enough to start liking people without a valid reason.”
Niko finishes making up his spot with a yawn then takes a step back to look things over. He scratches his chin as he staresthoughtfully for a second then he shrugs to himself and turns to face me.
“You should have hit the joint.”
“Is that so?”
He nods. “You’d be relaxed, too.”
“Because I’m not?”
“Exactly. You’re not.”
I arch a brow as I watch him stretch. “What am I, then?”
“Tense.” Niko points a finger at me to drive his argument home. “Just look at you.”
I glance down at my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants then meet his eyes. “I think I’m pretty relaxed.”
“Hardly.”
“Whatever you say.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Still want to go grocery shopping tomorrow?”
“Maybe. Have to see how late I sleep.” Niko grabs the bottom of his shirt then stops and stares at me.
Which is obviously my slightly stoned cue that he wants to go to bed.
