“Don’t give me what?” he asks, having heard his name.
“Nothing,” I hiss, although I can’t deny that this whole conversation is giving me ideas. Dirty, cock-stirring ideas.
He glares at me suspiciously, but like fuck am I letting him in on the images that are playing out in my head.
Thankfully, a knock at my door stops him from questioning me, and everyone looks in my direction.
“I’ll go then,” I say with a laugh when no one else even attempts to move.
“You’re an idiot,” Emmie mutters as I push my chair back and head for the door.
“You came,” I say the second I pull the door open and find Daemon standing on the other side.
“You said there was Chinese,” is his only reasoning, but secretly, I think he feels more left out than he wants to show. And now we all live in the same building, he’s hardly got an excuse to avoid us. Well, not as big of one.
“Come on, Seb and Stella ordered a feast.”
Alex is the only one who makes a deal about him showing his face, but then I guess that can be expected seeing as they’re twins.
Everyone else just continues as if he was always here.
Exactly as it should be.
“You look happy,” Emmie whispers in my ear as I sit and watch everyone enjoying themselves, my dinner still sitting mostly untouched on my plate.
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I lean in closer.
“I am, I confess. What more could I need?”
“Well, now you put it that way,” she teases before I collar her throat and kiss her like we’re alone while the others whoop and holler like fucking idiots around us.