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Fucking sexy tease!
“Shall I refer to you as my loyal servant?” I ask Garrett, and a grin tugs at his lips.
“You can refer to me however you like.” He’s still on his knee, looking through the brown curls that have fallen over his eyes.
Fucking hell, his smouldering looks should be illegal.
I think I just got pregnant!
“How about mysexservant?” I tease, knowing I’m pushing his boundaries. So far, he’s refused my advances, claiming he’ll never do anything to hurt Marcus. Yet, here he is blatantly showing his affection in front of Marcus, even though it could be misconstrued as nothing but playful banter.
“Sexless servant is more suitable.” He teases back, grinning broadly.
Fucker.
As he rises off the floor, my eyes dart back to Marcus. This time, he looks a little calmer.
“Come on, you guys! I wanna take a photo.” Lexi whines.
Shit. I completely forgot about that.
We move in close together. Garrett and Shaun go down on their knees in front of me while Simon and Marcus stand next to me on either side. As I smile for the picture, warm fingers brush mine. Once, twice. The third time, Marcus’ fingers link with mine, and as Lexi wraps up her photography skills, Marcus leans close to my ear.
“I really miss you.”
My heart flips. Then races. Then stops.
Fuck, am I about to die? I can’t tell if it’s a good sensation or not, but I’m helpless not to turn my head, so we’re nose to nose, our chests rising and falling in unison as our control falters.
“Marcus.” I breathe out in a loud whisper, not able to say anything else because I fucking miss him, too. So much it hurts.
There’s a large screen TV hanging on the wall with a compilation of horror movie scenes playing on a loop, but it goes off, and a gory-looking Bonnie comes onto the screen, capturing everyone’s attention. It barely captures mine, though. I can’t even bring myself to step back from Marcus, and he seems to be having the same problem.
“I don’t know what happened to make you so upset today, but I do know that I don’t want to be shut off from you, Rhee. Tell me what I have to do to win you back?” Marcus’ voice cracks a little as he speaks, so only I can hear. Even though we’re surrounded by people trying to cram into the living room to see the TV, it feels like it’s just him and me.
“You know what you have to do, Marcus.” We get nudged closer together by the growing crowd, and I have to put my hand on his bare chest to steady myself. It’s torture, in a good way.
“I need you to say it, Rhee. Tell me what I have to do.”
Shit! I’ve struggled with admitting certain parts of myself to Marcus for some reason. Now, though, he’s asking me to say it out loud, and if I don’t, we will likely never move forward. Or back. It depends on how he reacts. I have to say it though, and knowing that causes me to shake a little as I prepare to say the words.
“Share me.”
There I did it. I said it. And even though I know he was expecting me to say it. I didn’t miss the way he flinched a little.
Cheers ring out around the room, and I’m nudged away from Marcus as two drunk idiots jump up and down. It’s only then that I pay attention to what is happening. Bonnie is giving out prizes for people’s costumes. A drink appears in front of me then, and I look to the side to see Lexi smiling with her hand outstretched. I smile back, taking the Vodka Cruiser from her, and tip it back as I take a drink.
Things go a little crazy after that, and I know my brief chat with Marcus will have to wait until later when we aren’t surrounded by hordes of drunk teenagers. After the week I’ve had, I decide to clear my mind of all the bullshit, including the phone call from Julie earlier, and I dance with Lexi and the guys for a couple of hours.
We have fun. All of us together. No one tries to claim me as theirs. No one tries to steal kisses off me or lure me away for sex. We all just party as friends, enjoying each other’s company and sharing laughs.
When my bladder reminds me of its existence, I excuse myself and go in search of a toilet. Everyone is messy as hell. I doubt there will be many year 11 students at school tomorrow. Couples are coming together left, right and centre, and I do a double-take when I see our bloodied gangster, Jared, with his hand up a girl’s skirt.
I grin.
Dirty dog.
After finding a toilet and emptying my bladder, I make my way back through the crowd to see everyone watching the large TV screen again. Bonnie must be doing another round of prizes. At least that’s what I think until I hear people gasping and Bonnie’s dad yelling for someone to switch the TV off.
