It’s oddly satisfying when Kai’s lip curls up in disgust.
“I licked it, so it’s mine,” I say, smiling smugly at him before taking a sip from my coffee.
“Can’t believe you stooped to biological warfare.”
“You’re fine with sucking my tongue, but you draw the line at a drool-y muffin?”
“I’ve got standards, Miss H,” Kai mutters against the lid of his coffee cup.
My phone beeps with a notification. We both glance at it.
1 NEW VOICE MESSAGE
“Gonna hear him out?” Kai asks.
I should. Milo’s not the type to phone me up for a random chat. He’d just send a text if he wanted to talk.
It must be important.
But Kai’s hand is warm on my thigh, and his eyes are that impossible green, and I really don’t want to think about anything outside this bubble we’ve created.
“Later,” I say, shoving the phone back in my pocket.
Kai raises an eyebrow. “I can leave if you want? Give you some privacy?”
He’s being so weirdly casual about it, it’sgotto be bothering him. But he looks totally unfazed. Maybe all the sex we’ve been having has burned off his testosterone.
To say things have been different since the three of us met at The Railyard is an understatement. The only time me and Kai are wearing clothes is when we have to leave the Airbnb for class.
Then there’s Bastian.
Half the reason me and Kai can’t keep our hands to ourselves are the filthy messages he keeps sending in the group chat. And I’m sure him and Kai have been communicating privately as well, because Kai keeps trying new things on me when we’re having sex.
Mind-blowingthings.
“’Spose I should listen.” I pull the phone back out, jabbing at the screen. “Could be important.”
I hold the phone between us, pressing play on the voicemail.
Milo’s voice fills the space between us, tinny through the speaker but unmistakably him.
“Hey, you, it’s Milo.”
A pause. The sound of him clearing his throat.
“Sorry I ghosted you. Had to deal with some family shit outside of town. You know how it is.”
Another pause. Longer this time.
“Look, it’s none of my business who you’re hanging out with and shit, butthatguy…?”A humorless chuckle.
Kai’s eyebrows climb toward his hairline like he thinks Milo’s talking about him. I wave away his concern, and his eyebrows lift when it’s Bastian.
“He’s fucking trouble, Haven. And don’t think I’m like jealous or whatever. If anyone’s jealous, it’s that psycho sugar daddy of yours. He’s dangerous. I’d stay the fuck away from him if I was you.”
I feel my face flush. Kai’s hand tightens on my thigh.
“Anyway…”Milo’s voice shifts, trying to sound casual again.“If you still want the Saturday gig, it’s yours. I’m setting up the truck for the Thanksgiving weekend. Sounds like there’s gonna be a tailgate party on Saturday. Could use an extra pair of hands. Call me back. Or don’t. Whatever. Just…promise me you’ll be careful.”
