Page 144 of Toxic Kiss

Haven gives me a saucy look that has me picturing her naked all over again.

“Yes, for the diary, but you have a hell of a long way to go for everything else.”

“You’re fucking incredible, Colorado! Goodnight.”

With a bow, we head offstage.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I just sang for all those people,” Haven says, and hits my arm, making me laugh.

“Admit it, you loved it.”

I cross my arms as she blushes.

Haven’s cheeks are flushed, but her eyes are bright and happy. If possible, I want to keep that look on her face every single day.

“Yeah, okay, I did,” she admits.

“So, you two are really a thing,” Eren asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Not just for publicity? Cause if not, you sold that really fucking well. I mean, I believe.”

“I am all in, but Haven still needs some convincing,” I answer, glancing at her.

“I still can’t believe you made me do that.” Haven covers her face and groans.

Ash bumps her shoulder. “You two were fucking awesome. Do you hear them out there? It’s a madhouse. That’s how we should end every night.”

“Nooo.” Haven points at him, but I fucking love the idea.

Declan walks by, all smiles, while on a call. I’m not sure why he doesn’t just have a Bluetooth surgically implanted at this point.

Ledger already has his phone out checking videos.

“Damn, you two are like ship status. This is crazy. We haven’t had numbers like this in like two years.”

“Congrats, Haven,” Vex says and keeps on walking.

“Thanks,” she calls after him, and guilt bites my ass.

“Shit, I need to fix that. I’ll be back.” Despite the exhaustion clawing at every part of me, I jog after Vex. Grabbing him, he stops and looks at me with a flat, emotionless stare as he crosses his arms.

“You going to hit me for saying congrats?”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I look down.

“Naw, man. Just want to apologize for last night. I was out of line.”

“Accepted.” Vex exhales and shakes his head slowly. “But, your reaction was out of control. You know I wouldn’t try to steal Haven from you.”

“But, would you try to steal me from her?”

His brows pull together as the joke lands.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles, but smirks.

Fifteen minutes later, we are in the VIP room, my joints are screaming, and my head is pounding. The bright fluorescent lights and the squeals coming from the girls surrounding me do nothing to help my situation.

I glance around and find Haven at the door, a dark scowl on her face, her fingers tapping along her leg. A habit she uses to keep calm.

Our eyes lock just as one of the girls leans in and takes a selfie while kissing my cheek.