“It wasn’t.” I watched him go and. . .these thoughts hit my head.
Stay, brother. Sleep here tonight. Just lie down and never walk away. . .
I didn't say those words, even though my chest ached with them.
Hiro stopped at the door, opened it, and looked back at us. “By the way, I think we should have the Claws’ Cocktail party tomorrow night.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think the whole island knows you feel that way.”
“It’s time.”
Yawning, Nyomi lay back in my arms. “Yes, Hiro. We’ve got it. The party is tomorrow.”
“I’m just saying. It’s time.” Hiro walked out and closed the door behind him.
That fucking party. I can’t wait to have it just so he will shut up about it.
I stared at the door and. . .my heart ached for him and all that had been said.
Nyomi's breathing had gone deep and even against me. Her fingers had stopped moving.
She’s asleep or close. . .
I almost woke her up to fuck or just. . .tell her how broken my heart was. But the sake and marijuana had weighed me down too.
My heart.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to her forehead.
A second later, I closed my eyes, but couldn’t go to sleep.
Minutes passed.
Then I heard it.
A sound on the balcony. It was small. A scuff of weight on stone. The faintest creak of the railing shifting under pressure.
Then a light tap at the glass.
Hmmm.
My eyes opened.
No window or balcony was as heavily guarded as mine on this island, which meant that whoever was there. . .had asked for permission to go up. And I knew the only person that would have the audacity to do so.
What does he want?
I yawned and carefully placed Nyomi on her side.
She shifted, mumbled something, and reached her hand for where I'd been, before letting it fall to the bed.
My Tiger.
I left the bed and stood.
The floor was cool beneath my feet.
Let's see what trouble he's gotten himself into this time.
