I raise an eyebrow. “That’s your condition?”
“Not until I’m ready.”
“Fine.”
“And no... other stuff. Until I say.”
“We have time.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re agreeing too easily.”
“Because I know you’ll come around.”
“You’re so fucking arrogant.”
I half nod, not disagreeing.
She shakes her head, but there’s a hint of a smile on her lips. Just a hint.
“So?” I ask. “Do we have a deal?”
She takes a breath. Holds it. Then exhales slowly.
“Yeah,” she says quietly. “We have a deal.”
I extend my hand. She looks at it like it might bite.
Then she takes it.
Her hand is small in mine. Warm. Soft.
I squeeze once. Seal the deal.
She pulls her hand back, tucks it under her knees. “I already regret this.”
“You will,” I say. “Multiple times.”
“Great.”
14
Lexi
We’re still at the trailer, waiting for Oxy to return. The silence stretches between us, thick and uncomfortable. Koa’s on one end of the couch, I’m on the other. We’re just... still staring at each other.
His gray eyes don’t blink. Don’t waver. Like he’s cataloging every micro-expression on my face, every shift in my posture.
It’s unnerving.
I clear my throat, trying to break the tension. “So. Drugs, huh?”
He doesn’t respond. Just keeps staring.
“Is your motto like... sell it, not do it?” I try to sound casual. Conversational.
He nods once. “Pretty much.”
“I don’t understand.” I shift on the couch, pulling my knees up. “Why? Why sell?”
