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Lilah rolls her eyes with a slight smirk on her lips. “You’re such a romantic.”
I’m careful not to get overly touchy with her on the way to the diner since I’m not sure who could be watching around the plaza, and I fucking hate it. Everyone would know that Lilah belongs to me if it were up to me. She would wear my ring every day without fear of who would see it on her finger, and I could kiss her whenever the fuck I wanted.
I frown as I watch Lilah slip said ring into her pocket as I open the door to the diner. I’m trying my fucking hardest to respect her wishes, and I school my features, not showing how irritated that simple act makes me.
A young girl bounces back to the hostess stand, and Lilah smiles at her sweetly. “Hey, Lucy! It’s just the two of us.”
Lucy eyes me up and down, and I smirk as a blush lights her cheek.
I pretend to ignore the whole situation as Lucy drops our menus on a booth against the front window. Lilah lets out a squeak of surprise when, instead of sitting across from her, I slide into the booth next to her.
Lucy smiles before scurrying back to her post.
I drop my arm across the back of the booth and smile down at my wife. She stares back at me inquisitively. “Problem?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
She shakes her head before dropping her eyes to the menu. I know for a fact that she already knows every item on the menu by heart. It’s been the same exact menu since she was a baby. But I’ll allow her the reprieve.
I don’t even bother opening mine as I finger through the soft chunk of her hair that rests on my outstretched hand. I strum my other fingers along the table.
Claire ambles up to us and smiles widely when she realizes who is in her booth. “Well, well. What can I do for you two?” she smirks knowingly.
“You know what I want,” I say, flashing her a boyish smile.
“Yes, yes, roast dinner.”
Lilah snaps her menu closed and smiles at Claire. “I’ll have the same.”
“Alright, sugar. I’ll be out with your drinks soon.”
Lilah loosens up under the light graze of my fingertips across her shoulder, and when she turns to face me, I groan with a wince at the hickey I’ve left on her neck.
I know for a fact she isn’t going to like that shit, but fuck if it doesn’t make me happier than hell to see that I’ve marked her for everyone to see.
Even if no one knows we’re really together, they’ll know to back the fuck off because someone else has a claim on her.
It isn’t until we’re done eating when Lilah comes back from the bathroom, face scowling at me, that I know she’s seen the purpling bruise on her neck.
I smile playfully, tapping her ass as I follow her out of the diner to my bike.
“Relax, babe. You’re 23. People know you fuck.”
“Okay, but no one knows thatwefuck!” she shrieks, causing me to belly laugh as we come to a stop next to my ride.
“Is it so bad if people knew we fuck? It may ease them into the whole marriage thing eventually, yeah?”
Lilah contemplates what I said as she quickly braids her hair and lowers her helmet over her head. Settling down behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist, I feel her sigh. Before I can kick over the engine, her silky voice makes me pause. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let people assume. But I don’t want you openly telling people.”
I bring her knuckles to my lips and kiss them before putting them back in place against my abs. “Deal.”
With that settled, I start the bike and take off.
An hour later, we’re sitting in the club, and it’s fucking killing me not to be able to have her in my lap. It’s hard not to address the sexual tension with naked women parading around the room. It isn’t that I want to fuck any of them. In fact, that’s the furthest thing from my mind. No, it’s because the woman I want to be fucking at all times is practically acting like I don’t exist for fear of someone figuring us out.
It pisses me the fuck off.
I shove myself off the chair and head towards the bar as Lilah laughs and carries on with Sasha and Razor near the stage. Lilah hasn’t had a sip of alcohol to drink, but I can’t say the same for me. The alcohol helps to soothe the possessive demon inside of me that rages when it comes to Lilah. Or maybe it's making it worse. Who fucking knows. Regardless, I order another round.
While waiting for my drink, I watch as Ghost walks over to the group and socializes. I can feel Lilah’s tension from all the way over here as her eyes follow my brother.
