Sophie swoons, leaning against me.
She looks around as we walk with our food and chuckles. “Do you realize how many women are jealous of me right now?”
“For the food?” I ask.
She laughs. “No, sexy, because I’m with you.”
She kisses my cheek and then my neck. “Their jealousy fuels me. It’s fuckin' hot.”
I laugh and shake my head at her. She rubs my chin. “I love your smile so much, Hold. Your smile, our conversations, you.”
“I love you too.” I turn her chin and kiss her, fully kiss her under the neon lights of the city. Sophie melts against me, then bites her lip when she draws back. She pats my chest twice, but when her eyes meet mine, they sizzle through me. I swallow hard and try to deny the hardness growing in my pants. “Sophia.”
“We should go home.” She pats my chest again.
“What? Why? Is something wrong?” I ask, looking her over.
She pushes a lock of stray hair behind her ear. A smile threatens one side of her mouth and she looks up at me from under her lashes. “Public indecency laws are a problem right now.”
I laugh, and we run home, hand in hand, rushing like teenagers. I love it. How spontaneous and fun and sweet she is. When we get to the elevator, she pulls me against her and devours my mouth passionately.
Backing her against the wall, I cup the back of her neck and grab her ass. She moans against my mouth and licks against my tongue. I nip the tip of her tongue, and she giggles before wrapping herself around me.
Just as the door opens, she hops up, wrapping her legs around my hips. I devour her, carrying her to my room to make the most of tonight. Once I drop her onto my bed, I look her over. Her dress pulls up over her thighs.
She licks across her bottom lip as she looks me over. “Holden, I want you.”
“I love you.”
She bites her thumbnail. “Come here and show me, gorgeous.”
I groan and sit on the bed with her, pulling her dress over her body. I need her now, and my cock agrees.
Sophie snuggles closer and kisses across my chest as if two rounds wasn’t enough. I brush my fingers over her back and press my mouth to the top of her head. “I know you’re worried about Hawaii.”
“Are you mad?”
“Mad?” I try to think of why I’d be mad. She’s going, and we get to be with her in a beautiful setting. What is there to be angry about?
Sophie adjusts, rolling onto her belly, then pulls her hair from her face. “Because I’m going on Roman’s arm, and he’s the only one allowed to touch me or anything at the wedding.”
“We can still dance with you and all that. If I have to, I’ll dance with your mother too.”
She laughs. “She doesn’t hide how attractive she finds you all, does she?”
“Not even a little.” I chuckle, then rub her arm. “I’m not mad.”
“Or jealous or anything negative? Because I’m worried about that. I don’t want any of you to think that I love any of you more than the other, and as I say it, I realize that’s a terrible and confusing sentence, but-”
I kiss her softly.
“That would be like being jealous over individual date nights. It’s silly.”
It’s never bothered me. Honestly, it’s kind of nice. I like having time to myself, time alone with Sophie, and time with all of us together, like a found family.
“Okay. I’ve been worrying about it and Bella and my dad.”
“I’m not jealous. I like the dynamic we have individually and as a group. Bella will be too happy to notice anything once the wedding starts, and we’ll behave because it’s her day.” I rub her cheek. “What about you?”