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“Right,” I drag out the word, “10-33 and all.”
“Exactly. But I promise you, it won’t be long. I’ll swing by your room when I get back. Maybe we can get dinner?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say as I bat my eyelashes at him.
He kisses my lips again, holding our mouths together momentarily to savor the moment. When suddenly, he’s nudged out of the way by Ridge.
“Get a fucking room,” Ridge barks as he slithers up to me. “Angel,” he says, peering down into my eyes. “You call me if Lev fucks with you, got it?”
I laugh because it’s the same song and dance I just went through with Maddox. “I’ll be fine, guys.”
“Jesus Christ,” Lev growls. “You assholes act like I’m some sort of feral animal who will chew her body up and fuck her lifeless corpse.”
“Wow,” I gulp, eyes rolling. “Pretty descriptive, Lev.”
Ridge pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, shaking his head as he glares at Lev. “Ignore him,” he says, his jaw visibly tensing. He glances down between us and intertwines our hands, brushing gentle circles along my knuckles with his thumb. His eyes soften as he looks at me, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “I'll see you later?” he asks in a low voice.
Smiling, I nod. “Of course.”
Then I realize that I just made plans with both him and Maddox.Oops. I guess I’ll deal with that later.
Ridge kisses my lips then steps back and hooks an arm around Maddox’s shoulder. “Let’s go, fucker.”
The sound of the door closing is comparable to a jail cell locking. They’ve only just left and I already miss them both so much.
I inhale, filling my lungs completely as I spin around to face Lev. On the exhale, I say, “Looks like it’s just you and me.”
He just sits there, all cocky-like with a grin on his face, staring at me. My eyebrows rise, questioning his awkward glare.
When he doesn’t stop, or say anything, I drop my tense shoulders and walk over to the small table that has a large grocery bag on it. I assume it’s the breakfast Ridge brought, so I unfold the top and look inside.
A smile immediately raises my cheeks when I see a clear container holding pancakes. I pull it out and see another container with bacon. And on the bottom of the bag is a baggie with butter and syrup.
My heart swells at Ridge’s sweet gesture. There’s something about the way he treats me, and only me. It makes me feel adored—as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
I feel Lev's presence behind me before I hear him. “What a kiss ass,” he gripes, his voice thick with disdain. He’s so close that his warm breath on my neck sends an involuntary shiver through my body.
The urge to turn around is high, but I know at that point we’ll be face to face, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to refrain from kissing him. Which would be a huge mistake. My eyes will travel to his lips, and he'll notice. Then he’ll call me out on it and make me feel an inch tall, which I often do in his presence. After some heavy banter, and likely some defamation on both our parts, I’ll either wind up on my knees sucking him off, or he’ll lay me flat on this table.
The thought of how this will end has me spinning around. Sure enough, his mouth is the first thing I see. Those soft, pink lips, almost too soft for a man so brash.
“Those are your friends,” I say. “Why are you always ready to attack when it comes to them?” My eyes blaze with intensity, daring him to argue with me.
“Not always,” he quips, his eyes now dancing across my lips. “Only when it comes to you.”
My chest visibly heaves. No matter how hard I try to steady my breaths, they come in unfulfilled gasps and fleeting exhales.
“But why?” I manage to choke out as I feel a bead of sweat roll between my breasts.Is it hot in here? It feels hot.If he weren’t so close, I’d be fanning myself with my hand. Then again, if he weren’t so close, I might not need to.
“Because,” he scoffs, “don’t you see how they fucking cater to your every need like you hung the damn moon just for them? They try too damn hard and you drink it up like a thirsty dog.”
The temptation to call him out on his jealousy is agonizing, because I know that’s what it is. He won’t admit it, though. Because being jealous would mean admitting he has some sort of feelings for me, and that, he will never do. Instead, I’ll use some of the reverse psychology tactics we learned in class. “And that bothers you, why?”
“It’s sickening. It’s obvious they’re both insecure as fuck to go to these extremes to keep you. And there’s only one person to blame for that.” He raises an eyebrow and the accusing look makes all the giddiness inside me dissipate.
“Are you saying I’m to blame for Maddox and Ridge…wanting me?”
“Not wanting. Obsessing, Trouble. They fucking obsess over you. And they try so damn hard because you’ve pinned them against one another as competitors for your heart.”
