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But Misha had us tightly in his grip and made sure we sat down onto some cushions that were splayed around. Since there wasn’t any room left in the lounge, we settled next to each other on the grass, forming a tiny circle. Misha ordered someone to fetch us drinks, which the unknown guy delivered. The bottles were wet from lying in a basket full of ice.
I had my back to Ares, but I felt the heat of his stare bore into me. I just knew he was watching me. It really confused as to why he liked to taunt me. What had I done wrong to be on the receiving end of his detestation?
Rio was approachable most of the times, but now seated together with his brother, it didn’t seem to be a good idea to go talk to him.
I looked over my shoulder and wished I hadn’t. Ares was slouched down his chair, legs splayed out in front of him. While his relaxing posture emitted tranquility, he wasn’t. At all. He was like a seething king on his throne, looking down on who was to be sacrificed next and deciding it was me.
Rio, on the other hand, was enjoying the two blondes on his lap a little too much. I’d seen more tongue action while living with the Volts than I have my entire life. My eyes flicked away from Rio when I saw his hand duck inside a girl’s skirt, and landed my gaze straight back on Ares.
Ares didn’t spare anyone a second glance but me. And apparently, I was glutton for punishment because I started a staring contest with him. I narrowed my eyes into slits and jutted out my chin but failed miserably at keeping eye contact.
His long fingers curled around the corners of the armrests, the tips of them clawing into the wood, burning me alive with that brooding demeanor.
Then he mouthed, “Prude,” and turned the thin line of his lips into a smirk.
I pursed my lips, not only annoyed about his attitude, but he wasn’t wearing his nose ring tonight, and I shook my head, clearing it from thinking I thought he was sexier when he put it in.
“Hey!” I grunted, almost toppling over and spilling some beer as Misha nudged my side a little too fiercely.
“They can be a bit much, huh?”
“Who?” I feigned knowing who he was talking about.
He slanted his head. “I know you’re pretty, Dita, but not pretty dumb.”
I cocked a brow. “Was that a compliment?”
“Are you taking it?” He pulled one corner of his mouth into a grin and tucked me against his side. “’Cause I might be high as fuck but damn, girl,” —his glasses lifted as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before they fell back onto his nose and stifled a yawn— “I can do this all night.”
“Yeah, right, Casanova.” I laughed and pushed him aside. He fell backwards, pulling me along with him so I fell onto his chest and fake whined, “Steph, your boyfriend is harassing me.”
“Good boy.” She patted his head. “You won’t be bothering me tonight, then.”
I smiled until I felt something poking my lower belly. “Do you… Do you have a boner?”
Steph’s eyes widened in alarm while Misha grinned and put an arm behind his head. “Well, when are you going to make out with me?”
“Stop being so gross!” Steph said incredulously.
“Relax, babe. You’re safe. Dita on the other hand…” He stroked my hair and bobbed his brows.
“Oh, God!” Steph dramatically clutched her chest.
“Is he always like this or is it just the weed?”
“What am I, sweetheart?” Misha fished. “Hot? Fucking gorgeous? Or—”
“Just wildly inappropriate,” I cut in, and chuckled when he groaned.
“You guys didn’t answer my question, though.” Misha continued, not giving up so easily. “When are you guys going to, you know…?” He made a fist, stuck his tongue inside, and performed a very detailed make-out session with his own hand. He then dropped it onto my waist and popped his brows as if to say,“Well?”
Steph looked at me and winked. I understood the task almost immediately. She drifted closer, making it so that we both lay atop of Misha, letting her lips hover over mine.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Misha said in awe and adjusted his hard-on.
Steph didn’t kiss me. And I didn’t want her to. But she smiled and I giggled, happy I made a few friends over the evening.
Misha pinched my butt. Then the clash of a bottle of beer made us look up, zoning in to where it came from. Confused, the three of us saw the event unfold. Rio pulled away from at least one blonde’s lips to watch Ares storm away like a petulant child and shoving people out of his way.
