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"We were all worried," Gia says, her expression softening.
"I'm fine. I didn't want to ruin the evening for you all, and I thought it best for me to leave. The ball wasn't my thing, and I shouldn't have gone. I felt out of place and alone. But thank you for the invite and the opportunity. I don't want to seem ungrateful."
Reid's head lifts his eyes, finding mine holding them for a second, but I can't read him. He's gone quiet and walked over to my nightstand. I dart around, snatching the black string bracelet in my hand. He broke the other one, and I was planning on making a second one to match so I could replace it and give it to Gia, but I haven't gotten around to it. I never thought he would be in my room again, so I left it there.
"I wasn't going to break it. I'm sorry for breaking the other one."
"Yeah, well, I'm not taking any chances. I made them as a kid and wanted to give one to Gia, but didn’t get the chance when you broke one. I have to make another one. It doesn't mean much to you but does to me."
"Dude, you're such a dick. Why did you do that?" Valen asks with a stern expression.
Reid blinks, but he keeps watching me with a blank expression. His eyes traveled down my legs and then back to my face, his eyes shifting like a raging storm. Since he lost his older sister, he doesn't feel sorry much. A normal person would apologize for what they did but not Reid.
"Let's get going. It's late. You two can catch up later." Dravin says to Gia but then looks at me. "Meet her at Babylon. Tuesday is your day isn't it," he smirks.
My eyes narrow. I guess Gia wasn't the only one who noticed my hustle.
"Tuesday. Don't be late." Gia gives me a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
"I won't."
Valen approaches me and hugs me tight, lifting me up from the ground. "Be careful, princess. You don't want to wake up my crazy side."
After setting me down, he gives me a wink and leaves behind the twins and Gia, but Reid stays rooted to the spot.
His blank expression firmly back in place, he says, "Let's go. Get dressed."
I sit back on my bed and grab my textbook. "I can't. I have work to do."
He takes two steps and takes the textbook out of my hands, watching his eyes read the assignment I'm working on. He shuts the book with a thud and tosses it on my desk. "You already have the answer, and it's completed. He'll give you an A, or he will answer me. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
He removes his jacket, tosses it on Gia's old bed, untucks his dress shirt, and my mouth waters getting a glimpse of his rock-hard abs. Fuck he's beautiful. Too bad he has to marry that stuck-up bitch, Tara.
I watch him roll his sleeves up his forearms revealing the tattoos on his arms like a second skin down to his knuckles. He looks like a devil in an expensive tux, ready to sin. He finishes by running his fingers through his hair, falling over his brow.
I walk to my extremely small closet, pull out a sweater, and then walk to the drawer and pull a pair of leggings out. His eyes follow mine, and I remember he isn't mine when I pull down my shorts.
"You could wait outside," I tell him, watching him lift his brow to his hairline and continue, "I don't think friends should watch other friends get dressed when one is practically married." His eyebrows drop in place, and then he scowls.
"Who said I was getting married?" He asks, pulling the band of my shorts slightly.
My eyes are transfixed on his lips, moving when he speaks. He walks closer, and I suck in a breath when I feel his index finger caress the skin above the band of my shorts, causing my panties to get wet.
"But–"
I don't get to finish because I gasp when his finger grazes my clit over my panties. My cheeks heat because he must feel how wet I am for him.
His nose grazes with mine, his soft lips ghosting mine. "Hmm… I think you like that idea."
"You have to or––
He plunges his tongue inside my mouth, and I can taste a hint of spearmint. I whimper, moan, and slide my fingers in his hair, pulling tight on my tippy toes.
He devours my mouth out of tongues dueling with each other in a battle of submission. His hands slide under my ass, and he lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist, and he deepens the kiss.
I'm lost.
