He sat on the sofa next to me, nudging me with his shoulder.
“Hey.”
I granted him a soft grin. “Hey.”
Sebastian's gaze of jealousy made my blood heat, but I ignored the burn. I knew he trusted me. If he didn’t, I wouldn't have the leftover red mark of his handprint on my ass right now.
“I take it that the fact you two are in the same room without arguing means you're back together?” Sawyer questioned me, quietly so only I could hear.
“Yes, and I’m sorry?—”
He pulled me into a one-armed hug. “No need to be sorry. We’re good. He, on the other hand, looks like he's about to kick my ass.”
We looked up at the sound of Sebastian clearing his throat. He pointed at Sawyer with his drink. “You. Me. Hallway. Now.”
Sawyer smiled up at Sebastian, his lips curved into an arrogant expression that wouldn't help his case. “Took you long enough.”
Everyone else in the room fell silent, and I think my heart stopped out of fear for what was about to go down.
“When I thought Maeveactuallywanted to be with you, I was going to keep my mouth shut so she could be happy. Now that I know she doesn’t, we need to talk.”
“Alright.” Sawyer rose to his feet, squaring his chest in line with Sebastian’s. “We can talk right here.”
Sebastian raised a threatening eyebrow. “I’m not sure you want to do this here.”
Sawyer shrugged. “Why not? At least if one of us ends up dead, there will be witnesses.”
“If anyone is going to end up dead, it's you.” Sebastian dipped his head back, finishing off his drink. “Why the fuck would you think it was okay to try and get withmywoman?”
For the love of the gods, I did not want to sit here and watch two men argue over me.
I stood up, putting myself between the two egotistical assholes. “The hallway sounds like a great idea. Let’s go.” I ushered them out with a hand on each of their backs, pushing them out of the common space and slamming the door to keep Pia and Delani from overhearing whatever was about to go down.
“I don’t want your friendship to be destroyed because of me.” I directed a finger between them. “If either of you is going to be mad at someone, it should be me. Not each other.”
“That’s a sweet gesture, Maevey baby,” Sawyer sang my dreaded nickname just to piss Sebastian off. “But I’m not mad at anyone.”
“How kind of you. I, on the other hand, am fucking pissed,” Sebastian snarled.
This was not going to be good.
“What’s there to be pissed about, Seb? You got the girl. All the credit but none of the work.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sebastian snapped, taking a half-step towards Sawyer.
Sawyer straightened his posture. “For weeks, while you were busy acting like an ass, I was cleaning up your mess. Talking Maeve off the ledge and being a shoulder for her to cry on while she tried to process all the shityouput her through.”
So not good.
“Guys, let's not—” I tried to step in, but their voices overpowered mine.
“I wouldn't call making a move on my girl being ashoulder for her to cry on.” Sebastian's nostrils flared. “In fact, I would argue that you were taking advantage of a very delicate situation.”
Sawyer scoffed, rolling his eyes to the sky. “I wouldneveruse her like that. And screw you for thinking that I would. Maybe I just offer something that you don't.”
“Sawyer…” I warned, but he didn’t hear me. He was in no position to provoke Sebastian, and why he was trying to was beyond my scope of expertise.
“Oh, really? And what’s that? What outstanding character traits do you have to offer, Sawyer?” Sebastian sneered.
