Page 71 of Delirium
“Come on, then.” I grinned, pulling her with me as I walked toward Zoe. “Zozo,” I said as we stepped closer to where she sat at the bar. “I need a favor.”
She turned toward us, her eyes narrowed at me, and I knew I fucked up with her as well. She was pissed off at me, and had every right to be, but I needed her on my side if I wanted this thing with Ophelia to work. It was obvious that she loved Ophelia, and even though Zoe wasn’t a fighter, she would’ve fought me for this girl.
“Did you fuck something up—again?”
“No.” I smiled, shaking my head. “I wanna take Ophelia out for lunch, but this situation here,” I pointed toward Nico, “has to be taken care of. Can you take him back to the Clubhouse? I’ll tell them to call Felix to come and help you, but—”
“And you’re okay going with him?” she asked Ophelia, completely ignoring what I had just said.
“Yeah.” My Sunshine smiled, beaming at me. “I think I want to eat something. Kids are hungry,” she murmured, rubbing her belly. “Are you okay with doing this, though?”
“Hmmm.” Zoe seemed to contemplate whether or not she wanted to do this, but before I could plead with her, a bright smile spread over her face, her eyes going from Ophelia to me. “You better not fuck this up,” she said, pointing at me. “And you,” she looked at Ophelia, “don’t run, eh?”
“I’m not going to run.” Ophelia chuckled. “But, thank you, Zoe.” Ophelia detached herself from me and went to Zoe, enveloping her in a bear hug. They murmured something to each other. Zoe smiled, while Nico kept on repeating from the background how much he loved Alessia.
“And bring me back my phone, okay?” Ophelia said as she stepped backward, her eyes flickering between Zoe and Nico who was still talking to Alessia. “I need it.”
“Come on,” I said, taking Ophelia’s hand in mine. “My stomach is about to eat itself if I don’t get some food in my system.”
“What the hell were you two doing before? Only drinking?” Ophelia asked as we walked toward the exit.
“Nico was drinking, but I didn’t think it would take this long.” I huffed. “I wanted to come back home and have lunch with you, not sit around, waiting for him to stop drinking.”
“Why didn’t you bring him back?”
“I’m on my bike,” I said as we exited outside. “It isn’t exactly safe driving on a motorcycle with a drunk person. And then my phone died, so I couldn’t exactly call anyone for backup.”
“But you said Felix would come?”
“Diego, the bartender, has called him already,” I murmured, taking the helmet from my bike and turning toward her. “They’ll help Zoe. Don’t worry about that.”
The cold breeze pushed through the street, sending chills over my body.
“Are you going to be cold, riding on the bike with me?” I asked her, as I stepped closer, placing the helmet on her head. The straps laid loosely around her face, her bright, blue eyes looking up at me.
“Nah, I’ll be okay. I’m just hungry.”
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckled, attaching the straps underneath her chin, my fingers brushing over her soft skin in the process.
Patience, Storm. You gotta be patient with her, I told myself.
Being this close to her, my mind only wanted one thing—her lips on mine. Her hands on me.
“Sunshine,” I rasped, lowering my head.
“Yeah?” She breathed out, her eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Are you asking?”
“I am,” I mumbled, lowering my head toward hers. “I’m asking for permission. Can I?” I asked, playing with the loose strand of her hair. “Please?”
My thumb ran over her cheek as her hands landed on my shoulders. Her chest pressed against mine, her breathing quickening as my lips lowered down, closer to hers.
“Please, Sunshine.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Kiss me, Storm.”
