“I see. So you two were planning that tonight, huh?”
“Miami. Ever been?” I glance at Kiki who looks like she’s going to cry.
What the fuck have I said now?
“With Greg.”
Oh.
I make a face at Sierra who shakes her head, walking me to the door.
The air has cooled, the scent of night filling the air.
“So…” Sierra pulls the door half closed behind her, looking up at me through thick lashes. “I don’t know what to say.”
“It’s alright.” I reach out to stroke her face, but she steps back, glancing around us anxiously. “You don’t have tosayanything.”
“Crane…”
I kiss her, claiming her lips in the way that only I can. It’s heated as fuck, and she soon loses her fingers in my hair, a soft moan leaving her lips.
“Stop,” she whispers, still kissing me.
I’m not sure who she’s talking to, but neither of us are stopping.
“I’m with Declan, Crane, this is wrong.”
Her tongue sweeps along my bottom lip, dragging it in between her teeth.
Is she serious right now?!
“So?” I mutter, gripping the back of her neck so she’s staring up at me. “Dump him.”
Sierra swallows, her eyes glazing over.
“I can’t just leave him?—”
I hold her face in my hands, searching her eyes with mine as I kiss her forehead.
Then her nose.
Then her lips.
“I understand. But you have to make a choice, Sierra. You can’t have us both.”
“I’m with Declan, I love him,” Sierra says, almost like she’s a robot.
I step back.
I have to.
“Yeah. You said. I’m gonna go…”
“Crane.”
Sierra reaches out, lacing her fingers with mine as she sighs.
It’s not that simple.
