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I practically jump out of my seat when I realise the waitress is addressing me. Wes, the bastard, chuckles and moves his hand away. I, meanwhile, take a second to gather myself before placing my order.
“Um, yeah. I’ll have the winter berry muesli, an earl grey, and an orange juice.”
Wes groans. “Are you kidding me? You could have that exact thing at home.”
I shrug. “It’s what I like.”
“God, you’re boring,” he says with a dramatic eye roll.
The waitress lets out a soft chuckle, smiling indulgently at Wes and me, as though we’re the cutest thing she’s ever seen. I shift uncomfortably under her gaze, distracting myself by taking a sip of my water.
“I’ll be back soon with your drinks,” she says, taking our menus and heading off to the kitchen.
I startle as Wes’s hand lands on my thigh again, but he doesn’t slide it up my leg this time, simply resting it there as if that’s the most normal thing in the world. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I tug it out, surprised when I see it’s a text from Wes. A quick glance under the table shows me he has his phone in his other hand.
Wes Holt:Jeez you’re jumpy!
Me:What do you expect? You’re groping me in front of my sister!
Wes Holt:This isn’t groping. I can show you groping??
Me:DO NOT show me groping!
He lets out a rumbling chuckle that draws Kira’s attention. She sets her own phone down and leans forward, her arms resting on the table as she pins us with a scrutinising look. “Okay, I want to know how this happened. When it happened. What exactly is going on…”
“How thorough do you want us to be?” Wes asks. “I mean, do you want to know where? How many times? What posit—oomph,”he breaks off with a groan as I elbow him in the side.
“Sorry.” I offer Kira an apologetic wince. “He’s not exactly trained for polite society.”
Wes shrugs. “Hey, I’m trained. Private school alumnus, remember? I just prefer to be my natural,uncouthself,” he says with a wink in my direction.
I groan, shaking my head in exasperation. I’m never going to live that word choice down.
Kira just stares as though she’s watching two snails mating. “Right. I’m still struggling to see how this could have happened.”
I shrug. “So am I, to be honest.”
Wes nods in agreement, which only seems to aggravate Kira further.
“Oh, thank god,” she mutters as our drinks arrive, diving on her cappuccino as though it’s a life raft.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand as Wes reaches over to take a long sip from my orange juice.
He shrugs. “I was thirsty.”
“You have a giant cup of liquid sugar right in front of you,” I point out.
“I was thirsty for orange juice.”
I roll my eyes. “So, order an orange juice.”
“It doesn’t taste the same.”
I let out an exasperated huff and take what’s left of my drink back from him. “What are you, five?” I take a generous sip of my drink before glancing back up at Wes to find him fixing his puppy dog eyes on me. Yeah, nice try. Those eyes might be enough to get his way in bed, but not when it comes to orange juice. “Drink your own bloody drink, arsehole. You’re not getting any more of my juice.”
“Wow, did I tell you how sweet you guys are together?” Kira deadpans.
Wes flashes her his megawatt smile. “Thanks, we really are, aren’t we?”
