“Wedding gift from Quinton,” he says with a chuckle. “Along with a note:A little good luck, so you don’t get cold feet.”
Well, that’s disgustingly cute.
“Oh, no,” Theo mutters, still very clearly pissed. “Don’t go trying to change the subject right now, Cam.”
Oakley glances between us, only to frown when his eyes land on Theo, still in his little fit of irritation.
“What’s going on?”
“Uh, well. Camden screwed your little brother again last night, so—”
Theo smacks Holden upside the head, cutting him off mid-sentence.
“You really think he needs to be hearing about that right before he getsmarried,dipshit? And need I remind you thatyourbet is the reason those two wound up in this situationto begin with?”
“How is this my fault?” Holden exclaims.
Of course, that’s the exact moment the door opens again, Logan appearing from behind it. His eyes find me instantly, a soft smile taking over his face before he notices four more sets of eyes staring at him.
“Uh, hi,” he says slowly before Holden snorts.
“Hey, Loge. Not sure if you heard, but vampires areso2008.”
Jesus take the fucking wheel.
Logan’s confusion is written all over his face at Holden’s comment, only for his eyes to pop out a little when he notices my neck. Which, unfortunately, happens at the exact same time Oakley does.
He pinches his nose, muttering, “I sent you after him so you wouldtalk.”
“We did,” comes from Logan, which, in his defense, isn’t exactly a lie. The bulk of the conversation just happened to be interrupted by multiple orgasms.
“The state of Camden’s neck would beg to differ.”
There’s a muffledthwack, only for Holden to rub the back of his head when I glance over.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“I’m gonna label you the new dunce if you can’t figure that out,” Theo hisses under his breath, though still plenty loud for us to hear.
Oakley ignores the two of them, his brown gaze dartingbetween Logan and me instead. There’s a beat of assessing silence, as if he’s attempting to compile the events of last night with a single look, before he finally speaks.
“At this very moment, all I need to know is if we’re good here,” he murmurs, motioning between us. “If not, it needs to wait ‘til after the reception, because Quinton will kill me if shit hits the fan today.”
“I’m good,” I whisper, though the words taste like acid on my tongue.
Logan nods beside me before saying, “I am too.”
Oakley’s lips purse tightly for a few seconds, likely weighing the honesty in our statements, before his attention lands on my neck.
“You don’t have any of these right?” he asks, looking at Logan now.
Not on his neck.
Logan’s cheeks flush in my favorite way as he glances at me, his mind no doubt in the same place as mine, before he shakes his head.
Oblivious to the exchange, Oakley lets out a long sigh and nods. “All right, good. Explaining to Mom why we needed to borrow her makeup is the last thing I need right now.”
I hear snickering from where my other friends are lingering, and I shoot a glare at them. Specifically at Holden, who is covering his mouth as he attempts to compose himself again.
