MILES
“I knew you were thirsty," I say, tossing the bottle away. “Ready to dance some more?”
“You dance?” she asks, her arms readily wrapping around my body.
“I do for you,” I say honestly. I don’t know that I’m necessarily any good, but whenever I go home to see my mom, she has me dance with her in the kitchen. I love her, which means I’ll do whatever she wants.
Just like I love Caelia.
I hold her like she’s precious because she is, and we move to the music as if we’re one person. It doesn’t matter that there’s a decent height difference between us, I’ll bend my knees to make it more comfortable. My back is behaving today, and my real problem is sleeping badly, which Caelia apparently refuses to let happen.
Her smile is infectious as she laughs, letting me turn her so I can snuggle and dance. I love that she can be carefree right now, something I don’t think she typically is. Caelia guards herself, and if she’s going to let loose, it’s up to us to show her that we’ll protect her instead.
She makes a face, getting on her tiptoes to reach my ear. Leaning further down, I allow my hands to rub the softness of her exposed skin in this shirt. It’s daring and looks incredible on her, which means she can’t go anywhere alone tonight.
“I have to use the restroom,” she says, rolling her eyes as if her bladder is annoying her.
“I’ll go too,” Santo says, stepping away from Levon.
Caelia stifles a yawn, and I smirk at how damn cute she is.
“Ready to go after this?” I ask.
“I think I am,” she says with a nod. “This was so much fun.”
I watch as she takes Santo’s hand to walk together toward the back to use the restroom.
“Should we meet them outside?” Levon asks, already pulling out his phone to text Santo.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” I decide. I can trust Santo with Caelia. I have a feeling he may just push his way into the bathroom to use the stall next to her.
He doesn’t seem to give a shit what anyone else thinks. I respect it.
17
CAELIA
“In you go,” Santo says, opening the women’s bathroom door.
My lips twitch as he follows me inside. A few women glance at us, but I simply walk into the open stall and use the restroom. I notice that Santo is right next door, and I roll my eyes at how overprotective my alphas are.
I do love it though. It makes me feel cared for, like nothing bad could ever happen to me while I'm with them. Even if it was a little odd knowing he could hear me pee.
Cleaning up, I fix my pants and make sure to flush as I step outside. There are women glaring at me, but I ignore them as I step up to the sink beside Santo to wash my hands.
“Why are you bringing a man into the bathroom?” one woman huffs.
“Because women can be some of the vilest humans on the planet, and I protect what’s mine,” Santo says without blinking an eye as he rinses his hands. “Any other questions?”
I hide my smile as I finish up, pulling paper towels for both myself and Santo.
“Thanks, baby,” he murmurs. He tosses our towels once we dry off, taking my hand to walk me out.
The women don’t say a single word in reply to his question.
“Wow,” I say appreciatively as he leads me out the back door. “That was impressive.”
Grinning, he catches me when I throw myself at him.
