“I get what you mean. I really do, but one of you is going to have to give a little. You act like you don’t understand how women work.” Creed takes a swig of his beer and drops it on the table. “How sex works, in general. There’s all sorts of feelings and hormones and shit. That’s just science, and that’s outside of the science between compatible alphas and omegas.”
“Basically, you’re saying what?” I ask, struggling not to roll my eyes.
I swear to God, they don’t listen to me at all.
They want you to accept some type of no-strings-attached arrangement,a low male voice murmurs close to my ear.Would that really be so bad?
I’m not expecting it, and I jolt.
Jesus Christ.
I hate reacting to the whispers.
When they know they can get a reaction, they keep trying.
“Let her use you for sex for a while, if that’s what it takes,” Riot pipes in, looking exasperated that I haven’t picked up on what they’re putting down. “Once you’re hooking up, the linesget messy. How many people have sworn they were just casually hooking up and ended up married? I mean, I don’t know the statistics or anything, but I bet it’s a fuckton.”
“Probably at least as many have ended up destroying their friendships.” I scoff.
“Are the two of you even friends at this point? Or do you tolerate each other because you’re bandmates?” Creed asks.
I narrow my eyes, glancing between the twins. I’m enjoying this conversation less and less the longer it goes on.
I wanted to relax, tackle that conversation with Cove, and pass the hell out for the night.
“They’re working on it,” Damian says. “And he gets the point. Now, let’s talk about you twonotthrowing a party that we’re going to have to listen to all night.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ravvi
“Do not leave the room,” Declan growls, pointing into the living room of the suite. He must be talking to Cove, but Damian and I are in here too. The twins and Bellamy left to go over to their room, and it’s been pretty quiet in here since. “I’m heading down to the gym.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, winking.
“How the hell I ended up with you idiots…” The rest of whatever he says gets lost as the hotel door closes behind him.
“I’m going to bed.” Damian pushes himself out of the chair he’s been stretched across. He gives a weird-ass two-finger salute and beelines toward the room he picked.
Cove sits on the other end of the couch, and she turns to face me. “I think they think they were covert about giving us a minute to ourselves…”
I laugh, shrugging.
I’m not even sure what to say to that, and maybe I’m more fucked up than I thought because all I can do is blink as she scoots across the couch.
I’m stretched out in the corner with one arm on the armrest and the other tossed over the back of the sofa.
Cove comes to a stop at my side, but because of the position I’m in, she struggles to face me. Our knees end up bumping, and she gives up and repositions herself, kneeling on the cushion next to me.
I’m not sure what’s happening, but I don’t pull back as she cups my face in her cold hands. She changed into a massive Ruin T-shirt and these sexy little barely-there shorts after her shower.
My hand flies to her lower back on autopilot as she wobbles on the cushion. “I’m not?—”
She brings her fingers to my lips. “I don’t want to cut you off, but I have to get this out before I lose my courage.”
I nod, studying her face.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, her eyes falling shut. “I came on this tour wanting to build a foothold for my career, but I lost myself in the process. I feel like I’ve been cruel to you, and that was never my intention.” Her pretty blue eyes pop open as soon as she’s done speaking, and I hate the pain I can see written all over her face. “I miss you, Ravvi.”
