“I guess,” I replied, finally turning my head to look at him.
“She won’t stay single for long. No matter how much she likes you. And she does, dude. She doesn’t even have to tell me. I see the way she looks at you. But look at her. Someone is going to come along and sweep her up. You can stand here, wanting to kill anyone who touches her like you’re doing right now, or you can claim her. Tell her how you feel. Be the person who sweeps her up.”
I opened my mouth.
“And before you deny it and I pretend I didn’t just hear you grumblingminelike some possessive caveman, you should know that Devon has rearranged the seating so that Frankie is sitting with him to watch the movie. His hands will be on her all night if that’s anything to go by.” He nodded his head towards where they stood, and we watched as Devon tucked Frankie’s hair behind her ear before leaning in to whisper to her again. This time, her eyes widened, and her cheeks blushed.
“Fucking asshole. Everyone can see them. It will be all over the papers tomorrow if she’s not careful.”
“It won’t because there are no photographers allowed in here, but he has two and a half hours to whisper in her ear and persuade her to go back to his hotel after this.”
My heart stops beating. “She wouldn’t do that.”Would she?
“She’s single, Matt. There is no reason she can’t or won’t. If you want to change what happens, then you need to do something. Otherwise, I’m sure Devon will.”
“Does she have her phone?”
“What?”
“Did you bring her phone, Tanner?” I asked, sounding desperate.
“In her purse.”
“Go inside. Enjoy the film and behave tonight. Please.”
“Promise, Mum,” Tanner replied, slapping me on the back before he went to round up Gray and Mav.
Ripping my phone from my pocket, I frantically typed a message.
Me: What are you playing at?
I watched as she pulled her phone from her purse, unlocking it, and reading the message before searching the room for me. When our eyes met, I could see the confusion in them, even from here.
She said something to Devon before typing something back.
Rogue: Having a conversation. You?
Me: His hands are all over you.
Rogue: Jesus, Matt. We’re just talking.
Me: He’s arranged to move your seat next to him. I don’t like it.
Rogue: Why??? Because you don’t think I’m not safe or because you’re jealous?
Me: I’m not fucking jealous. I’m just thinking about your safety, R.
Rogue: Thanks for that. You’re a great bodyguard. I need to go take my seat.
Me: You’re being a brat.
Rogue: And you’re being a possessive dick.
Me: R, pls
Rogue: Please what?
But how did I reply to that?