Theyalwaysland on his hands.
They have a quiet type of love that I find myself drawn to. Nobody really knows Callum. Carter says that all the time, but it seems like Wyatt knows every minuscule detail and everyparticle of who he is. Wyatt knows if he puts the toothpaste on his toothbrush before or after he puts it under the water. He knows his favourite condiments and snack foods. Wyatt can read his body language so intricately that he could get a PHD in his existence.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Boston slides in next to me at the bar. He passes me a drink, which I have been waiting to order. He somehow noticed I switched to rum and Coke a couple hours ago. That’s interesting.
“Just thinking about how different love can look for different people,” I answer honestly.
His brows fly upward. “Okay, wow. Getting deep tonight.”
“I’dloveto get deep with you tonight,” I counter, whirling around to put my back to the table and focus on my favourite pair of green eyes instead. He sighs, eyes flying to the ceiling at his mistake. “Is that something you’re interested in, Wedding Date?”
“I shouldn’t have asked,” he grumbles, popping his gum.
“Why not?” I ask, cocking a brow. “Because you’re terrified of me?”
Boston’s brow furrows, and he gets this interesting little smirk on his mouth. On his elbows, he shifts closer. “You think I’m terrified of you, sweetheart?”
I shrug, trying not to focus on how his long, black hair waves perfectly, or how thick his lashes are as he looks into my eyes. “Carter seems to think so.”
He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m not scared of you.”
“No?” I ask.
“No.”
Time to play.
“Then will you answer that question I asked you?”
Would you fuck me if I asked nicely?
That shakes him. Rattles him. It’s too easy.
His smile falls and he lets out a long breath. “It’s time to drop that one.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“But I’m your wedding date now.”
“You’re my plus one.”
I purse my lips, glaring at him. “Same thing.”
“Being my plus one changes nothing, Ariana. Doesn’t change who you are,” he reminds me, glancing at me as he leans against the bar.
Ouf. That one felt like a stab to my ego. My armour, too. I shrink a bit, my smile faltering. “You don’t like who I am?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
It sounded like that is exactly what he meant. “Whatdidyou mean?”
“Ari,” he says, letting out another long breath through his nose. He leans in closer and I follow him because he’s ridiculously pretty and I want to. “You are Forker’s sister. That fact is never going to change. You understand that, right?”
I push out my bottom lip, letting my eyes drop to his mouth. “He doesn’t have to know.”
