I grunt around the rim of the glass, relishing the cool liquid rushing down my dry throat.
“I loved it.”
I set my glass down and lean my body into hers. “Yeah?”
She nods, biting her lip. “Yeah. It was kinda hot.”
I smirk. “Only kinda?”
“Hmm…. Maybe more like a lot.”
My body heats, blood rushing to my cock at the desirous look in her eyes. When her hands land on my shirt, her fingers bunching the material in her fists, I know it’s time to leave.
I skim my lips over her cheek until I reach her ear. “I’m taking you home.”
I pull back and grab her hand, intent on finding Maisy to say goodbye and to let JW know we’re leaving. We only get three steps before there’s a loud crash and a roar.
I jerk around and see Emo standing with his hands clenched at his sides, a chair on its side behind him. His chest pumps crazily, his complexion deathly pale, the hair that hangs over his forehead shaking as his body trembles. But it’s his expression that’s concerning. Agony like I’ve never seen before reflects in his black eyes as he looks out the window to our left.
I snap my head around, but whatever it is must be out of my range of sight because I don’t see shit. Trouble steps up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and says something low in his ear. Emo knocks his hand away, his gaze still focused on whatever he sees outside. I edge closer to him, wondering what in the fuck happened. It’s not like him to go off the rails like this in public.
“Emo,” Trouble barks, trying to gain his attention. He throws a glance over his shoulder, frowning when he doesn’t see anything either. When he steps in front of him, blocking his view of the window, Emo shoves him away.
He stumbles back a step, but rights himself. “What the hell?” Trouble growls, undeterred by Emo’s shove.
The door opens, lighting a strip of the floor with sunlight, but my eyes are still glued to Emo.
Emo takes a step forward, his eyes turning manic, but Trouble steps in his path again. Emo emits a low growl, his arm swinging back to clock Trouble, but he sees it coming and catches his wrist, twisting his arm to lock it high up Emo’s back.
“Tell me what in the fuck’s wrong,” Trouble demands close to Emo’s ear.
Emo’s blazing eyes are now trained on the door as the light fades away. I snap my head in the direction he’s looking, and my heart fucking plummets to my toes.
“It’s her,” I hear Emo whisper, his voice cracking.
“Who?” Trouble presses gravely.
I look back at Emo, shock holding me immobile. He looks like he’s about to fall to his knees, the pain is so great on his face.
His eyes never leave the woman standing just inside the door, her expression just as tortured as his.
His voice breaks as he rasps, “Rella.”
The end… For now…