“Miss you already, sweet cheeks.” He blows a kiss at Bri before striding toward the staircase.
“Is he always like this?”
“A dickhead? Yeah, pretty much. It’s part of his charm.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Nico barks from a few steps below us.
“I’m more than aware. You coming for breakfast with us?”
“To watch you eye-fuck each other? Nah, I’m good thanks. I’ll just catch you later, yeah?”
“Sure thing, man.”
Toby wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side.
“Where’s a good place to eat around here then?” he asks while Nico hovers outside, waiting for an Uber.
“He’s pissy for a guy who spent the entire night inside a more than willing pussy,” I mutter as we walk away.
Toby barks out a laugh.
“You’re something else, you know that?”