She walked back to the kitchen. “You still eat that fucking much?” James asked me.
I flexed my bicep and turned my head, pressing a kiss to it. Juliana laughed with Emmaline, and the sound of Juliana laughing sent tingles straight down my spine, making me relax even further into my chair. “Got to eat to keep up this amazing body, brother.”
“Stop taking steroids,” Adrian told me. “That might help.”
I rolled my eyes. “No steroids in prison, Adrian. All of this shit is natural.”
He teasingly scoffed. Surprising the fuck out of me like she always tended to, Juliana wrapped her hand around my bicep, turning my attention to her.
“I like it,” she said quietly.
I grinned and leaned down to kiss her.