“I dunno. I kind of enjoy watching them get messy,” Grayson adds with a smirk, and I shake my head at him.
“No. You like how wild Liv gets in the bedroom after a girls’ night,” Noah replies, drawing a laugh out of both of us.
“Liv doesn’t need alcohol for that, brother.” Grayson takes a long drink from his beer, his eyes alight with smug amusement.
“Damn. He’s got jokes now,” Noah hikes a thumb in Grayson’s direction. We all chuckle, but the smile quickly drops from Noah’s face, his eyes darkening as he frowns toward the bar.
I follow his gaze to my sister, who has her arms wrapped around Justin Thompson’s neck as she smiles up at him like he hung the moon. His brother, Sam is stood beside him, attempting to say something to Liv but she keeps her eyes firmly on Grayson as she lifts her hand and flips the fucker off. Grayson chuckles, sending her a wink as he relaxes back in his chair.
My teeth grind as another man makes himself known. Dressed in a white button down and khaki slacks, he steps forward, running a hand over his perfectly coifed hair.
“Is that mysophobia Michael?” Noah asks in surprise as he squints at the newcomer, but I don’t answer him.
Because yes, it is. Only now, the shy, easily disgusted boy that was afraid of germs is nowhere to be found as he smiles down at my wife.
He holds his hand out as he introduces himself. Daisy’s eyes flick between his hand and his face, her smile polite and reserved despite the alcohol flowing through her, before she places hers in his.
I watch from over the rim of my glass as they shake and then, to my horror, Michael brings her hand to his mouth, placing a kiss there.
Daisy’s eyes widen in alarm before finally finding mine for the first time all evening. They travel the length of me,the alarm quickly morphing into full blown panic as she gives me a slight shake of her head, telling me no.
But it’s too late. I’m already moving.
Her brow creases as she watches me approach, obviously expecting to find anger in my expression.
She won’t.
My smile is calculated and full of challenge as I come to a stop next to her, not sparing a glance at the man still holding her fucking hand.
Without even thinking about it, I push her hair behind her ear, tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger and bring my lips to hers.
Daisy freezes for barely a second before her body relaxes and she falls into the kiss, her lips part, tongue darting out and tangling with mine. Her eyes fall closed and a soft moan vibrates in the back of her throat, sending a jolt of pure satisfaction through me as I claim her right there in front of everyone.
It’s her that pulls back first, blinking up at me in a daze. Her eyes are laced with confusion as she wipes at her lips and sucks in a shaky breath.
I turn to the prick next to us, holding my hand out. “Michael. Good to see you again. I see you’ve met my wife?” I gesture at Daisy.
His face drops and he stutters as he shakes my hand quickly. “K-Killian. I didn’t realise you were married.”
“What, no kiss for me?” I ask, my tone laced with sarcasm.
He laughs nervously, as he reaches behind himself, into his back pocket and would you look at that… produces a travel size bottle of hand sanitiser.
Daisy brings her drink to her lips at that very moment, and I watch out of the corner of my eye, counting to three in my head.
One.
Two.
Three.
The proverbial penny drops. Her eyes widen in realisation, and she begins to choke on the fruity liquid, alcohol spraying from her mouth and soaking Michael in the process.
I bite my cheek to hold back the howl of laughter trying to escape me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Daisy quickly says, grabbing a handful of napkins off the bar and begins dabbing at the wetness on his shirt.
Well, that just won’t do.
