Hank turns curiously to Brazen, and then he tilts his head back at me. “I thought the two of you were-”
“We were. I fucked up too, but I’ll be there when Hale fucks up again,” Brazen says with a menacing smirk.
Hale’s jaw tenses instantly as his eyes burn into the devilish pale ones taunting and daring him.
“I won’t be fucking up again,” Hale says while cracking his neck to the side, his eyes not leaving the full blood’s.
Brazen shrugs casually before walking off, his daring smirk still in play as he turns back to give me a wink.
“Well, there’s no doubt Araya has the goods,” Elaine whispers to Hank, and he stifles his laughter.
I roll my eyes at the petty nonsense I’m far too old to deal with, and I begin my stalk down the hall. Hale rushes to catch up with me, and his fingers intertwine with mine before he kisses the back of my hand.
“I meant it. I won’t fuck up again.”
“I hope not, or I’m really going to look stupid - not to mention I’ll be crushed,” I murmur -the last part meant to be a whisper for only my ears.
“I won’t make you look stupid, and I sure as hell don’t plan to crush you.”
Please don’t.
“Let’s just get back. I need to do so much work. I have so much shit to replace it’s ridiculous. I lost everything I owned in Javeline. Maybe they have some apartments available now.”
“I’ll take care of that. You can live with me, and I’ll replace anything else you need. You know you’re going to be staying with me most of the time anyways, and you know I want to marry you.”
I smile a little, and then he pulls me into his arms to dust off the remaining remnants of my uncertainties. I kiss him as I wrap my arms around his neck, and he swirls me around in the air.
“I love you,” I murmur against his lips.
“I love you. Let’s set a date,” he says playfully, and I laugh too hard to sustain the kiss any longer.
“You haven’t proposed,” I exasperate through my chuckles.
“I have proposed… many times,” he mutters with his own snickers rattling out.
“You haven’t given me a real proposal, and I haven’t said yes. You’re not getting off the hook this time,” I giggle out while he opens the car door for me.
“You want roses and shit, huh?” he teases.
I roll my eyes at his faked coyness while he hops in the other side. The car hums, and he slams it into gear.
“Yes. I want roses, not bullshit,” I retort, and he lets his laughter escape.
“We don’t have anyone riding with us now. I’ll stop at a flower stand on the way home,” he jokes, and I start pouting at his poking remark.
“Don’t pucker those lips unless you want mine on them,” he smolders out, and my bottom lip curls between my teeth as my eyes dare him to come get me.
“Don’t do that either,” he cautions, his eyes teeming with lust.
“Don’t do what?” I ask with mock innocence while slowly unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my see-through, lacy white bra that gleams against my barely sun kissed skin.
He smirks before glancing in his rearview mirror, and then I feel the car cutting sharply to the left to veer from our path.
“Where are we going?” I murmur while sliding my pants to the floorboard, and my devious grin only spreads.
“Somewhere I can fuck you without an audience,” he sizzles out, and I start throbbing the moment his crude promise leaves his lips.
“I don’t care if someone sees.”
