“I’m surprised you didn’t notice since you like looking at my body so much,” Wyatt teases her.
“Where is it?” Wren asks skeptically.
“Right here.” Wyatt holds out his wrist.
“Those two tiny dots? They look like freckles,” she says. Everyone at the table snickers at him.
“No. It’s you and me.” He points to the dots. “I call it ‘a bird’s eye view.’ Kind of perfect right?”
“That is not a tattoo,” Wren claims.
“I beg your pardon, it most certainly is. It is a permanent mark on my skin and it isn’t going anywhere, birdie. Neither are you,” he says, wrapping his arms around her.
Koa stands behind me and pulls me tighter against his chest. I lift my drink and take a sip, enjoying all of my friends chatting and laughing around me. I’m going to miss this.
We order another round of drinks while reminiscing over the last four years. We even manage to get Wren on the dance floor for a few songs.
“I’m taking her home now,” Wyatt says.
“Can I take you home too?” Koa asks, kissing my bare shoulder.
“Yes, please,” I reply. Then kiss him.
“But we were having fun.” Charlie pouts.
“Let them go. We don’t need them,” Nash says. “We’ll have more fun on our own. I think it’s time I introduce you to those friends I was telling you about.”
“Fine. I can’t let this dress go to waste because all of you have boyfriends now. It’s really hard being the last one standing in singlehood,” Charlie says.
“Come on. You’re too pretty to pout.” Nash takes hold of her hand. “Text me when you’re home. We’ll take care of the tab,” he says, before escorting Charlie away from our table.
“Don’t worry about Charlie,” Wren says, getting up from her chair. Wyatt immediately grabs her and pulls her to his side. “She will be the center of attention and forget we even left.”
As we walk by the bar, I glance over toward the bar, and sure enough, Nash has managed to make Charlie the main attraction. I send him a quick text to keep an eye on her and make sure she gets home okay.
“Everything good?” Koa asks, once we get to his car.
“Yeah. It’s perfect.”
And for once, I feel everything really is and will only get better from here.
26
KOA
“Do you want anything to eat?” I ask, once we get home from the bar.
“Not really,” Sydney says, grazing the handrail on the stairs that lead to my room and taking a step up. “I think I’m ready for you.” She takes another step up the stairs.
“Is that so?” I ask, following after her. She sends me a coy look over her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I’m not going to be gentle this time.” I wouldn’t say I’ve been holding back with Sydney. There have definitely been a few times we’ve had sex where it’s been quick and dirty. Last night in the shower comes to mind. I wouldn’t mind doing that again real soon.
“What does that mean?” she asks, entering my bedroom. She stands in front of my dresser and removes her jewelry.
“It means you’ve been torturing me all night in this scam of a dress and your pussy is going to pay the price.” I stand behind her and skate my hands up her thighs and slip them under the thin pink fabric of her dress.
