“You don’t count.”
“Hey, Remi,” Killian calls, obviously on a nickname basis with my friends.
“What’s up, Kill?”
“Tell us a joke.”
“Oooh, what’s with the peer pressure all of a sudden? I have stage fright. Just kidding. Why do you need the joke? To brag to your friends? Sorry mate, I have to be credited.”
“I just wanted to see how funny you are since someone said you’rehilarious.” I don’t miss how he enunciates the last word.
Remi completely misses that, though. “That someone has delectable taste. Oh, here’s one. What did one butt cheek say to the other?”
Cecily rolls her eyes. “What?”
“Together, we can stop this shit.”
Annika, Ava, Brandon, and I burst out laughing. Creighton smiles a little, and Cecily throws a lemon at him, but can’t stop her grin. “You clown piece of shit.”
“Haha, you bitches love me. If it weren’t for my lordship, you’d be living a boring life.”
“See?” I tell Killian as they all talk at the same time.
“It’s notthatfunny.”
“Oh, please, you’re just being a twat.”
“Careful, baby. You’re pushing it.”
I flip my hair and lean on my palm to stare at him. “You’re going to punish me anyway, so might as well push you as much as I want.”
“When did you learn to be a pain in the ass?”
I stroke his cheek. “After I met you.”
I can feel his jaw clenching beneath my fingers. “You’re never getting drunk again and speaking in that erotic voice in public.”
My head falls back with a laugh, and he doesn’t let me finish as he abruptly stands and picks me up in his arms. “Glyndon’s had too much to drink. I’m taking her back. She’ll spend the night with me.”
“Nooo, I want to staaay.”
But my words are unheard as he walks out of the pub. I sulk, then I grab him by the hair. “Taking me back, my arse. You just want to fuck me, you perverted, sadistic bloody wanker.”
“Glad you got that off your chest. We’re going to have a long night.”
I laugh because I don’t want to cry. “When will you get tired of fucking me?”
“I’m not sure, but probably never.”
He opens the passenger door of his new car, another custom red Aston Martin that his grandpa bought him, and puts me inside, then fastens my seatbelt, his face inches away from mine.
“What if I start to have feelings for you, what happens then?” I whisper, and I can actually hear the sound of my heart splitting in two. It’s haunting in the dark, freezing, and absolutely horrifying.
“Why does something need to happen?”
“Because that’s how relationships work. There need to be feelings.”
“I already feel a lot for you. Right now, it’s fucking annoyance and anger for letting them see you like this.”