Finally, Natalia gives Rowan one last shove against his chest and he’s watching her walk away with a smirk that says more than words could say. She saunters toward me, seeming somewhere between irritated and completely turned on by him with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
I chuckle as she sits on the chair across from me, taking a sip of my lemonade.
“Stop that,” Natalia grumbles.
I laugh quietly. “I didn’t say a thing.” My eyes flit to Isabelle who is still staring at Nico with heart eyes. “Isabelle!”
She flinches with a loud yelp. “What?” She exhales and sits beside me. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“You’re eye fucking Nico right now,” I whisper-shout. “And Nat! Were you flirting with Rowan?”
Nat scoffs. “No, I was threatening him with castration, why?”
“You’re still on this?” Isabelle groans.
“If you are asking if I still hate him, the answer is yes. Obviously.”
Isabelle chuckles. “I think you convince yourself you hate him because you want to fuck him and you know it’ll be good.”
I laugh and Natalia gapes. “Coming from the girl who drools every time Nico is in the room.”
I laugh harder, loud enough for all the guys to turn and look at us.
“And what areyoulaughing about?” Natalia shoots at me and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. “You let him eat you out on the floor!”
I smack her arm. “Shhhh!”
Natalia groans and drops her face in her hands. “Sorry,” she breathes. “I’m attacking you guys, I’m sorry. We all know Rowan is hot, but he’s blond!”
I nod and look over at Isabelle. “He’s blond and…”
“And he’s blond, Lana! I’m not into blonds!”
“Ahh,” Isabelle muses, “I thought you were going to say you weren’t into demons.”
Natalia sucks on her teeth. “Damn it, I should have comeup with that,” she mumbles. “He annoys me, it’s not happening.”
“You know,” I say, “hate fucking can be really good.”
Natalia glares.
“And something tells me he would love to hate fuck you,” Isa adds.
Natalia glares harder and it only takes a matter of seconds before Isabelle and I break into laughter. “You know what, fine. But just remember,” she points at Isa, “you’re secretly in love with your brother’s best friend,” she points at me, “and your boyfriend won’t put out.”
I gasp, gaping at her. “It’s called a boundary?—”
“And I amnotin love with Nico,” Isabelle says quietly.
Natalia and I roll our eyes.
My eyes float around to Julian. His hand is wrapped around a glass of lemonade and his other is in the pocket of his jeans. “Anyone else worried about Julian?”
Isabelle frowns, and so does Natalia.
“Yes,” Isa says first. “He’s sad. Lonely. Even when he thinks he’s good at pretending he’s fine, you can tell.”
“He looks a bit broken,” Natalia says sadly. “But at least he’s hot. Single dad and those sleeves of tattoos could easily?—”
