“What about her? She’s—” Maverick gestures wildly, at a complete loss for words. “She’s it. The whole damn thing. Tattoos, attitude, that face she makes when she looks at me like she wants to stab me but also maybe kiss me?—”
“Sounds familiar,” I cut in, smirking at Carter.
He scowls but keeps his hand firmly planted on my thigh.
Maverick keeps going, completely unbothered. “I’m telling you, it’s only a matter of time. She’s just… ugh.” He flops back against the booth, staring at the ceiling.
“You’ve known her five minutes,” Carter grunts.
“Five minutes was enough.” Maverick points his fork at him, dead serious. “When you know, you know.”
Reed shakes his head, taking a sip of his beer. “You’re a damn fool.”
I laugh, leaning into Carter to feel him tense beside me. He’s trying to act unbothered, but the way his hand tightens higher under my dress tells me his mind isnoton his brother’s delusional love life.
Honestly, mine isn’t either.
“Best family dinner ever,” I declare, sipping my drink while Carter curses under his breath.
Maverick is still rambling about Amelia, waving his fork. “—and then she smirked at me, like, this evil little smirk, and I swear to God I’ve been thinking about it for three days straight. I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t?—”
“Please stop talking before I vomit,” Carter mutters, squeezing my thigh so hard it makes me bite back a gasp.
I should pay attention to him, to the heat in his touch, but Maverick’s ridiculous confession has me sliding my phone out under the table. If there’s one thing I live for, it’s stirring the pot.
Catalina
Amelia. Maverick is so in love with you, it’s embarrassing.
Amelia
Whatever
Catalina
This whole dinner he’s been gushing about you
Amelia
gross. tell him to stop thinking about me.
Catalina
you like it
Amelia
No, I don’t, bitch.
Layla
stop being against dating Amelia and fuck him
Catalina
LAYLA LOL
Layla
