“Of course… not.” I smile and he winks at me, melting my insides like goo. I love that man with every part of me.
Lizzy grabs a glass, gently thrusting it at the rest of us so we all pick one up and hold it in the air. “I have prepared a haiku for you all this evening.”
“This should be good,” Beckett chimes.
She rolls her eyes at him and clears her throat, counting the syllables on her fingers while she speaks. “You’re all my bitches. Let us drink the night away. And I love you big.”
“Here queer!” Beckett salutes, tossing back the drink.
JAX - CONFESSIONS
Shefuckingdoesthisto me on purpose.
Everlee.
Her and Lizzy knocked back one of Emmett’s drinks after Lizzy gave one of the weirdest toasts I’ve ever heard. She should probably hire someone for her wedding day, because what I overheard sounded horrendous. A haiku? Really?
Regardless, they both went to the main dance floor, and right now Everlee is spinning in a circle with her hands up in the air while Lizzy is fluffing up her tutu, both laughing carelessly. If her ass wasn’t on display for the whole goddamn club to see, then I may actually smile too, because her happiness is infectious and I love her laugh. It has the right amount of pitch to not be grating and the right depth of a belly laugh so it doesn’t sound like a staccato'd grunt. Is staccato'd a word? Fuck if I know.
“The rail did nothing to you.” A hand gently curves around my shoulder as Knox walks into view.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap back.
He holds his hands up. “Don’t shoot the messenger.” He looks down at Everlee and Lizzy who have just stopped spinning. Everlee’s arms are latched onto Lizzy’s shoulders while they talk, no doubt ensuring she doesn’t fall face first onto the floor. Lizzy nods and smiles before pumping her eyebrows. A tell-tell sign they’re up to something.
A man, in some sort of gold Spanx with straps looking get up, in the corner of the room spots them, and starts making his way towards them. An electricity slashes through me as every hair on my body stands on end. This man is literally pushing through the entire crowd to get to them.
To her.
Knox grabs my arm when I turn quickly from the railing. All hint of humor dropped from his voice. “Take a beat. You can’t go down there all bull in china shop. She can talk to other people. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I snatch my arm out of his and head for the stairs, brushing shoulders with several guests. I’m trying to calm my breathing because this shouldn’t be me. I’m not the overly jealous type.
Protective, yes.
Jealous, no.
Lizzy spots me coming and quickly taps Everlee’s arm to get her attention away from the guy who is super chatty and smiley. Ugh.
“Jax!” she squeals, turning to me before I can even get to them. She knows. She can see the fire in my eyes and she meets it with a cool glaze and a hug. “This is Larry from work. I told him about this place and he came here tonight with his boyfriend!” She waves to a man wearing a unicorn onesie in the corner the man just came from.
Knox, standing at the railing, grabs my attention and I roll my eyes. He walks away, clearly sensing I’m not about to lay some guy out on the floor.
“Hi, Larry from work.” I try not to sound like a complete dick, but from the look Everlee is casting at me, I know I failed. Tough shit.
What is wrong with me right now?
Larry’s eyes grow wide for a second as he nods, before he leans over to Everlee and does that whole fake whisper thing I find so grating. Or maybe just super grating right now because as the night has gone on a stick- no, a tree, has lodged itself up my ass. “You didn’t tell me how hot he was.”
“I think he’s taken Larry,” she pats him on the chest.
My arms twitch, but I try to push the monster raging inside of me down.
Yes. He is taken. He is very much taken.
By her!
The anger I was feeling before is now replaced with a blinding frustration. Frustration with this lifestyle and that we can’t take her out publicly and do the things we want to do. Should do. She’s so fucking understanding, but I see all these couples out here on the dance floor dancing and… who knows what else, and she… she has to dance with her best friend, because heaven for-fucking-bid.
