Instead of doing as I said, he makes me squirm in my spot as he observes me. A small smirk twitches on his lips, and I fidget for a whole other reason.
“Is there a reason you’re demanding a kiss?”
None of my thoughts make any sense as he drags his fingers down the side of my face. I can’t help but lean into his hand as he cups my cheek.
“I…you’re supposed to kiss and make up after an argument.”
“That wasn’t an argument. That was a very proactive conversation.”
I was prepared for a soft, warm kiss. Not for him to back me up until I’m pinned against his door while he devours my mouth.
A low moan slips through my lips as I chase after his touch. My eyes flutter open and my knees wobble at the smile on his face.
Gods, that dimple is deliciously adorable.
I want to run my tongue across it.
“Shall we? We’ve got to get to Hell pretty soon.”
“Okay.”
He opens the door for me, and my cheeks undoubtedly flame when everyone faces us.
Note to self, only initiate proactive conversations when just my men are home.
“Well, that was fast.” Riven winks at me and I give him my middle finger.
“Yes, Thayla wasted no time getting straight to business.”
I lower myself into my seat with my eyes closed and a sigh falling from my tingling lips as everyone chuckles. I don’t need to glance at Amick to know he’s confused, but we don’t have time for me to explain.
“Yemi, Sevryn, I apologize for my approach in this discussion. I’m concerned that we just returned from a dangerous adventure and now we’re embarking on one with an unknown threat. It’s more natural and normal for me to put those worries to the side and focus on the plan for point A to B. I didn’t consider either of your feelings in the matter.”
“Thank you, Amick,” Yemi says, while Sevryn grunts.
“I’m going with you.”
“No,” the guys and I all say at once.
“Someone better give me a damn good reason why not.”
The five of us share a look.
The only excuse I can come up with is it may be hard for him to go back to Hellveilious. Judging by the expressions on the guys’ faces, they’re all thinking the same.
“I’m going too.”
“Fuck no, you’re not. You’re staying behind with Yemi.” Sevryn growls.
“I’m starting to think none of you think I can handle myself.”
“If Havar’s going, I’m going.”
I watch the patience wear thin with my men, so I clear my throat and pivot to Yemi.
“You nor Havar are going. Not because I think either of you isn’t capable, but because Doren specifically asked that you not.” I give her a tight smile as I glance at Sevryn. “I don’t see why you can’t come since his instructions were just for Yemi to stay behind, but I don’t think it’s a great idea.”
“Why?”
