Because now she looked comfortable.
Warm.
And my brain immediately started heading in dangerous directions.
Abort mission.
Immediately.
“You’re drunk,” I told her.
Rowan frowned. “I’ve had like two drinks.”
“You’re laughing at Jace. That’s concerning.”
“Fuck you.”
“There she is.”
She rolled her eyes but stepped closer automatically when a group shoved past us again.
Close enough that our shoulders brushed.
Neither of us moved away.
Bad.
Very bad.
LUCA
I found them near the bar looking disgustingly emotionally charged again.
Tessa was beside me chewing ice from somebody else’s drink because apparently she had no fear of disease.
“You guys still doing the unresolved yearning thing?” I asked.
Rowan groaned immediately. “Please don’t start.”
“Oh, it’s definitely started,” Tessa said.
Mason looked exhausted already. “Why are both of you here.”
“Because watching you flirt is fun,” Tessa answered.
“We’re not flirting,” Rowan said instantly.
Every single person there looked at her.
Even the bartender.
Tessa snorted. “Baby, be serious.”
“I hate all of you.”
“Emotionally,” Luca added, “you two already look married.”
Mason nearly choked on his drink again.
