I bit my lip to keep from going into hysterics again and nodded, not trusting myself to talk just yet.
“Can I ask you what that was about?” he asked, removing a lone tear trekking down my face.
His touch sobered me instantly, bringing the fire I had just banked roaring back.
“We have the worst luck; it’s almost like the world's against us,” I said, staring into his beautiful eyes.
I was mesmerized by how amazing he was. He had an air of danger surrounding him, which gave him the bad-boy image which made him irresistible. His sarcastic personality masked his giving heart, making him the tri-fecta of perfection, when you counted his body.
"Let's get back before they wonder where we went," he replied.
"What about your wallet?"
"It's in my back pocket." He smiled widely, making my heart skip a beat, as he pulled me into his side. With his arm over my shoulder, we walked back.
My brain screamed that this was the universe trying to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my twenties, where my heart would be broken into irreparable shards.
He leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Stop thinking. We don't have bad luck. The world's just preparing for the life altering-change it will have to endure when we finally get together-because I can promise you; it will be epic.”
I shuddered as his words penetrated my brain, fanning the fire that had been burning since the moment I’d laid eyes on him. My usual response would’ve been to roll my eyes at such a cheesy line, but I knew he was right. When we were together, the world as I knew it would never be the same.
He bit my earlobe lightly, eliciting an embarrassing moan from me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are? I can’t keep my hands off of you; you drive me crazy.”
I turned my head, wanting a glimpse of the confidence he had in us. He cocked his head to the side as I searched desperately, wanting to confirm this wasn’t some fleeting moment for him. My brain told me it didn't matter, since I was letting him go soon
“What is it?” he asked, his voice agitated.
I was sure it was frustrating that he couldn't decipher what I was thinking. I shook my head, and plastered on my fake smile. It felt foreign and wrong, since I hadn't used it in so long, but it was ingrained in me and glided back effortlessly.
“Take that fake-ass smile off your face.” He clenched his jaw as mine unhinged and hung open. I’d never been called out before. Was I more transparent than I thought, or was Kill able to see through me?
He waited patiently for me to answer his question, but I was saved when I saw Jet and Amy approaching us. I laughed and pointed so Kill would look at them. He turned to see Jet grinning, his face painted to look like a tiger. Amy was on his back sporting a matching paint job. Jet growled at me, making pawing motions with his hands when they reached us.
“Sexy,” I said.
Kill squeezed my shoulder, and I automatically leaned into him.
“You think so?” Jet asked, smiling even wider. His mop of curly brown hair bounced around as the girls tattooed on his arms came along for the ride.
“Oh yeah, there's nothing sexier than a man in full-face tiger paint.”
“What about me?” Amy asked, pouting from her perch on Jet’s back.
Kill answered before I could, “You look gggrrreeeatttt...”
Amy squealed with delight.
“Back off; she's mine,” Jet said, reaching back and pinching her ass.
D, Van, and Jessie came up while we were talking. Jessie held a bag in one hand and Van’s hand in the other.
“What did you get?” I asked, shrugging out of Kill's embrace to keep from stressing D out.
“You can’t see it,” Jessie said, snatching the bag away from me and putting it behind her back.
“Why?” I whined, pretending to try and get it from her.
“It’s for your birthday,” she told me, handing it to Van, who promptly put it behind his back.
