“I don’t share” Lucas growls.
I feel his fingers graze my back, sending shivers down my spine. “Hurry Miller, he’s gaining on us” I screech.
August and Blair laugh from the hood of the car, smiling from ear to ear at our antics. I thought Davis was sitting with them, but I can’t spot him anywhere.
“Davis get off of me, youfuck” Lucas yells from behind me. I whip my head around to see Davis has him pinned to the ground. “Seriously bro this isn’t funny.”
“It’s fucking hilarious from where we’re standing” Blair calls out.
Miller sets me on the ground, patting me on the shoulder before leaning in close, “maybe you wanna go break that up before Davis ends up with a black eye and a broken arm.”
He’s probably right. The last thing I need is to end up at the hospital, trying to explain that my boyfriend lost his shit and broke one of his best friends bones.
I leisurely walk over, trying to cover up the entertainment that I know is written all across my face right now, while Davis continues to mock Lucas on the ground.
“Alright you two, enough it enough.” I clap my hands and motion for the two of them to get up. Davis does so, but scrambles away quickly when Lucas goes to lunge at him. The coward has the nerve to hide behind me and use me as a human shield. “Seriously?” I laugh.
“He’s scary” Davis whispers. I don’t even need to look at him to know that he’s smirking.
Lucas grabs my hand and yanks me towards him, I stumble for a second but he catches me, steadying me by his side. I’m slightly annoyed at him for being so grumpy when all we’re trying to do is mess around, but it doesn’t last long because he kisses the top of my head and looks down at me lovingly. “I don’t share you with anyone, you’re all mine pretty girl.”
“I love you” I tell him.
“I love you too.”
Gagging noises erupt from behind us, the boys have gathered by the car and pretend to shove fingers down their throat while we have our little moment.
“Grow up” Lucas snaps.
I roll my eyes, pulling him towards the group. “What’s the plan stalkers?”
Blair gets a dubious look on his face, “I think we should get tattoos.”
Tattoos? Where the hell is that coming from? From what I know, none of us have tattoos, so the fact that he would suggest it so casually is kind of surprising.
“I’m down” Davis says.
August eyes him, “you’realwaysdown.”
Davis sticks his tongue out at him while Miller thinks the idea over, “what would we get?”
Lucas holds me tighter, pressing my back against his chest. I sigh in content, melting into his touch and accepting every ounce of warmth he’s willing to give me.
The weather has taken a turn these last couple days, it’s finally starting to feel like winter, even though it’s nothing like the winters back in Vancouver. I like the cold, even though it chills me down to my bones… there’s a kind of comfort that it brings that I don’t know how to describe.
Blair grins, “a Celtic Knott.”
Everyone looks at him confused, but not me. I know exactly what it means, what itsymbolizes, and it’s fucking perfect.
forty-six
LUCAS
Claire stares down at her right middle finger, tracing over the thin lines of the fresh ink. She’s been looking at it for ages, smiling happily to herself. She’s laying on her stomach, feet crossed in the air, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
It’s all I want to do anymore… look at her that is.
“Are you sure you’re okay with the tattoo? I feel bad that you were kind of pressured into it with everyone” she says absentmindedly from the end of my bed.
