He leisurely pivots. In his hand is half a block of chocolate, and there’s a smudge of it beside his lip, which makes me laugh. I wipe the chocolate off with my thumb. His eyes briefly close at the touch.
I clear my throat again and put my hand out with an expectant eyebrow raise. “Share time.” I could do with some sugar.
He actually hesitates and gives me a sour expression, as if sharing his chocolate is a crime, but he slowly puts one row in my hand. I scoff. “More than that, you stingy ass.”
He places another two rows in my hand, though you’d think I was asking for his soul judging by his displeased expression.
“Thank you,” I say with a smile, knowing how hard he found it to part with his precious chocolate.
I shove a piece into my mouth, enjoying the sweet, rich flavor. “I’m surprised there’s any chocolate left.” Everyone here has a sweet tooth.
“I hide it. Only Elena and Ava know where it is.” He purses his lips. “But they know it’smineand not to touch it.”
I press my lips together as I try to hold in a laugh. “Why don’t you keep it in your room where it’s safe?”
“I have no self-control, so I keep it in here.”
“Ha! You have no self-control... funny, that. I would never have guessed.” Sarcasm drips off my tone. I get a devastating smile showing all his white teeth in return. God, he’s sexy.
“Come for a drink?” he asks, tilting his head toward the bar.
“I’m going to have a piece of fruit, and then I’ll be over.” I finish the chocolate, grab an apple, and take a bite as I watch him swagger out of the kitchen. He looks great in his light baggy denim jeans, fitted shirt, and club vest. Attraction to a motorcycle club member was never something I anticipated. I always liked professional, career-orientated men, but there’s something about Twitch that makes me drool.
I breathe deeply before I go to the bar. I sit on the stool beside Twitch. “What are you two drinking?” I ask as I see the caramel-colored liquid in Cash’s and Twitch’s glasses.
“Whiskey,” Cash answers. “Want one?”
My eyes dart between the two of them. I hesitate. What the hell... Cash is here, so we are safe and won’t try anything. “Sure.”
The mischievous glint in Twitch’s eyes makes a familiar flutter start in my chest.
Cash goes around to the other side of the bar, pulls out a tumbler, and pours a shot of Crown Village whiskey. The distillery is owned by Sophie’s brother.
Demon and Ivy saunter over. Ivy peers over my shoulder. “You’re having whiskey neat?” She chuckles.
“Would you two like one as well?” Cash asks, glancing between Demon and Ivy.
Ivy waves him away. “Oh, no thank you. My pillow is calling my name.”
“No, thanks,” Demon answers. “We’re off to bed. Have a good night.” Demon’s lip twitches at the corners like he’s trying not to smirk as he glances between me and Twitch, making my cheeks heat. They turn and head for the stairs.
Cash puts the glass in front of me. The aroma of whiskey hits me. It’s pleasant but distinct, with fruity, spicy, and earthy undertones. I swirl the liquid around in the glass before taking a sip and feeling the rich burn.
“I didn’t realize you were a whiskey girl,” Twitch says.
“I drink most alcoholic beverages. I’m not too picky.” I look at Cash. “So, are you and Trixie a thing?” Since I live here, I’m curious about what’s going on with everyone and what their arrangements are. Trixie is a sweet butt. She’s always been kind to me and willing to help out around the clubhouse.
Cash shakes his head. “Nice girl and all, but it’s not serious.”
“I’ve noticed the last three single men in the club have that in common,” I point out smugly.
Twitch chokes on his drink and gives me the side-eye.
Cash walks around the bar and pats a coughing Twitch’s back. “You all right, man? Don’t die on us.”
Twitch coughs again, then clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m all right.”
I hide my smile behind my glass and take another sip of my drink.
