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“Twister!” Jude and Briar squeal, making Atlas groan.
“I’m so going to lose at this,” he sighs, getting up regardless.
“I love a good sport,” I wink, crawling over to Briar and Jude.
If he gets a really good look at my ass while I do it, then so be it.
Chapter
Ten
BRIAR
I knowI should be going home, I have work tomorrow. Yet, I’m still sitting at my new favorite spot at The Rusty Pipe, drink in hand as I slowly sip it, watching the omega who never fails to capture my attention, completely working the stage like it was made for him.
He knows I’m here, his eyes keep finding me every chance he gets.
When he looks my way again, dipping low, getting a reaction from the crowd, I give him a subtle smirk, lifting my drink to my lips.
He smiles, continuing on with his dance.
“I could watch him for hours.” Willow’s voice in my ear makes me have to suppress a moan.
I’m sitting snuggled in her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, her chin resting against my shoulder.
It feels right, comfortable, safe. Something that both thrills and terrifies me.
Being with Willow is easy, fun. She’s like the best friend I didn’t know I needed.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Lexi. She’s my main girl, same with Aries, Lark, Luna and Silva.
There’s just something about Willow that has me feeling as if I can let go, open up, and be myself.
To a certain extent, only since there's still the elephant in the room, you know, the whole me being a serial killer thing.
We still haven’t had the chance to bring that up yet.
The longer we wait, the more anxious I become, because a part of me doesn’t want to. I don’t want to lose what we’re building. However, the other part knows I can’t build something with them on a lie.
Turning my head to the side I find her face close to mine. My heart starts to race, this low electric buzz simmering under my skin, that pull I always seem to have whenever she's around, begging me to kiss her.She’s right there.
As if she could read my thoughts, she turns to look at me, our mouths just an inch apart.
My breathing picks up, my thighs clenching together as my core grows slick.
She’s waiting, letting me take the lead.
I’ve been holding back, a bit out of fear about getting too close and getting hurt if this doesn’t work out how I want it to.
But, I need to give it a chance before I set it up for failure. It’s not fair to Willow, or Jude. They’re trying, they’ve been patient and I adore them for it.
Now it’s my turn to give them something.
Licking my lips, I love how her nostrils flare.
You know what, fuck it. I want this. I want her.
Before I can overthink it, I lean forward and press my lips to hers. My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree, and I know I’m perfuming like crazy, but I don’t care.
