I am putting way too much thought into this.
The chances of my babysitting a gargoyle baby are very slim.
Thankfully, while I’ve been spiraling into the realm of make-believe again, Griff has been keeping the conversation going, and it doesn’t take me long to catch back up and understand what they’re talking about.
I have no idea where the spiral about gargoyle babies came from, but I do know that I will most likely be revisiting it at a later date.
After a few more minutes of talking, which is far less nerve-racking than I thought it would be, a loud bell echoes around the clearing, and everyone starts to head toward the tables.
“Shall we eat?” Lucy smiles.
“Absolutely,” I grin.
∞∞∞
One thing that I have learned about gargoyles is that they sure as hell know how to party. After we had all finished eating the copious amounts of delicious food that had been prepared, I thought that we would be heading back to the house to get some rest and prepare to head out to this cave tomorrow, but instead the tables were cleared within moments, the music turned up, and the bonfires stoked as coolers of drinks were brought out.
It was seamless and awesome.
I’ve spent the last hour dancing with the guys on the makeshift dance floor, and I definitely need a break.
“I’ll be back, I’m just going to get a drink,” I say in Reed’s ear.
He nods, “Alright, beautiful.”
I smile as I tug on the front of his shirt and pull him down so I can kiss him.
As I move through the crowd, I’m greeted by smiles and waves. Everyone is so friendly, and any nerves that I had before coming here disappeared pretty much as soon as I was introduced to everyone and Griff’s mom gave me a giant hug. Apparently, she later gave Griff thethird degree, asked him loads of questions, and told him that he had better treat me right. Which was so fucking sweet of her.
After I get my drink, I decide to head over to the tree line and just watch for a while, so I can catch my breath and enjoy the view. My guys can dance, well, mostly, some of their moves are questionable, and honestly, I love it even more. Doc is fucking talented though, and I’m trying to figure out how I can convince him to give me a private show.
I’m pretty sure all I would have to do is ask.
Something that I’m not too fond of is that several of the women have also noticed how good of a dancer he is, as well as my other guys too.
It doesn’t bother me.
That thought was a direct contradiction to the fact that I just said that it was something I wasn’t too fond of.
The Voices snicker.
I roll my eyes, fine.
Chapter Twenty
Neith
It’s not going to bother me unless someone hits on them, then I’m going to have a problem.
I know, I know. Jealousy is ugly, blah blah blah. Honestly, I know myself. I may not be evolved enough not to get jealous, but I am evolved enough to know my limits, and someone hitting on my men, yeah, that’s a limit.
Not a ‘I’ll crazy murder them’ limit, but still.
Unless, of course, after they’ve all said they have a ‘me’. Side note, and off subject, am I their girlfriend? Are we calling me that? And if we are calling me that, then does that mean I get to call them my boyfriends? Because I’m not mad about that at all.
I like it.
What the fuck was I thinking about?
