My white sleeveless shirt exposes more of the tattoos she hasn’t seen, but none of the incriminating ones. It also exposes me to the elements enough to realize I can’t take her on my bike.
She’ll freeze, and I can’t put her through that.
Instead, I lean in, dragging my nose along her neck, memorizing her scent. If I wake up tomorrow, I need to know this was real.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she tips her head back, exposing her throat, and I take it… Letting my lips caress her skin.
“Jensen,” she breathes. My name on her fucking lips is a God damn miracle.
Her eyes are hooded, skating across my arms and across my chest, where her hands trail up towards my neck.
“Olive,” I warn her when her lust-filled gaze lands on my lips.
A sudden shrill whistle from behind me berates my eardrum. “Hey, buddy. Off our girl,” Natalie yells at me.
My head tilts to look over my shoulder, and Jackson just shrugs. “Sorry, Hayes.”
I feel Liv’s body shake as she giggles in front of me, and another wave of self-hatred hits me. She’s fucking drunk.
I’m acting like a fool, and I almost kissed her in the parking lot of some random bar. God dammit, I’m fucking all of this up.
“Are you warm enough?” I ask her, sighing. She shakes her head and giggles, again, opening her arms for a hug. Fucking, Olive.
A smile tilts my lips as I wrap my arms around her, lifting her off my bike. “Where to?”
“I came with Thea and Callie.”
“Hey, she’s ours!” Callie and Thea burst through the double doors of the bar, giggling the same tune as Liv.
I help her into Thea’s car, only after I confirm that Jesse is driving and not one of the tipsy women piling into the backseat.
“Nope, you’re coming with me,” Nathan states, dragging Callie back out of the car. A chorus of protests erupts, but she only laughs as he leads her to his truck.
I want that. I want Liv to be mine. I want there to be no question of who she is coming home with.
“Do you want your shirt back?” Liv leans out the window just as Jesse starts to pull away.
“No, dove. I don’t.”
“Good, I wasn’t going to give it back anyway. See you Monday,” she winks, and my whole fucking face grins.This woman.
They pull out of the lot, and I feel Malec’s skyscraper shadow next to me. “Yeah, I’ll be seeing you Monday, too. Hopefully, you two had a chance to discuss some things while you were fused to each other’s bodies.”
“Fuck off, Malec.”
He pats my shoulder. “Monday.”
How do I broach the subject with Liv that Malec wants me to spill all her dirty secrets? Especially now that I practically took advantage of her drunkenness and pretended that everything between us was fine and easy.
Nothing between Liv and me is easy. Not anymore. The comfort we used to share was shattered the day I nearly killed a man in front of her.
Now I’m supposed to ask her if she’s had contact with aman that I’d still want to kill if I saw him today.
And any other gritty details from her life that I’ve missed over the past decade… She’ll go back to slamming doors in my face.
Chapter Thirty
Liv
