Infinitely so.
Partly because of the smeared fudge in the corner of his mouth that I wanted to lick off?—
“What if you’re not here?” Raisin shattered the delicious imagery my mind had conjured. “What if you’re needed on the plane?”
“I won’t go anywhere without you three. You have my word.”
Those last four were uttered with his eyes fixed on mine again.
It was for me.
Another promise.
Forme.
Becauseof me.
I took a deep breath to clear my head. This man intoxicated me. With my siblings sharing the small bunkhouse, acting on that intoxication would be tough.
That meant I needed fresh air—gallons of it.
“Thank you, Stan. That means a lot to us. Doesn’t it?” I encouraged.
Neev batted her lashes in thanks while Raisin presented Stan with a cup of coffee. Shortly after, message imparted, he returned to his pile of junk food.
“It’s hot how he eats.”
“Neev,” I hissed, because she was 100% correct and she had no right to be thinking that about my?—
“What? It’s true. I bet he’s so good at oral!”
I elbowed her.
“Ouch! Kitty, why are you so touchy today? Violence solves nothing,” she reasoned, tone pious, but the glint in her eye heralded trouble.
“Stanis hers,” Raisin said primly.
“What if he is?!”
“You’re admitting it?!” Neev whisper-shrieked.
I scowled, especially at Raisin, who cackled around a: “Oh, god, this is too good to be true. Weren’t you into finance bros the last time we discussed men?”
“Stanisa finance bro.”
Raisin smirked. “In a very illegal way.”
“Banks are corrupt.”
“You don’t have to justify falling for a criminal to us, Kitty,” Neev sang. “We’re your sisters. We accept and embrace your quirks.”
“Look, less about my love life?—”
“Oh, it’s love, is it? After two plane rides and a night in Mexico?”
“Fuck off, Raisin. Do you want to hear more about Star Sullivan or not?”
Her shoulders sagged a touch. “I think I’ve heard of Dead To Me.”
