Page 210 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

A server brings my food out on a tray, as I chose the dine-in option. Sinclair and Jimmie are sitting with me today since, unfortunately, we don’t all have lunch at the same time every day like we did in high school.

“I don’t know how people do this more than once,” Sinclair complains. “I thought I would be glowy and radiant.”

“You’re radiant in my eyes, sweet cheeks,” Colt says, plopping down beside Sinclair and kissing her lightly on the lips.

“You’re the reason I’m so fat! You keep feeding me!” She laughs lightly, slapping Colt in the arm.

“If my baby boy wants food, I will feed him. He is doing his prime growing inside that cute belly.”

I watch as Colt rubs her stomach, and Jimmie sighs.

“I think Betty wants to have sex,” he blurts out, causing all eyes at the table to move to him.

“And there is a problem with that, why?” Colt asks, bewildered that anyone would not want to have sex.

“Because I don’t know if I like vaginas,” Jimmie throws back.

“There is only one way to find out—go muff diving—and if you don’t like it, try a cock meat sandwich,” Colt says matter-of-factly, as if it’s just that easy.

“You’re so eloquent with your words,” Sinclair says with a laugh, and Colt gives her one of his signature megawatt smiles. Jimmie groans and rests his head in his hands, rubbing his face.

“If you want, I will make a bet with Khoda. When he loses, he will have to have a three-way with you,” Colt offers.

“Because that doesn’t make him look desperate,” I say as a server places Sinclair’s food down in front of her, along with Jimmie’s and Colt’s.

“This whole situation sucks. At this rate, I will be a father before I lose my virginity. I should have just taken you up on your offer.”

“What offer?” Boston asks, taking a seat. Laughn squeezes between us, making me move and sit on his lap.

“None of your business,” I snap defensively. Poor Jimmie doesn’t need them breathing down his neck for something I offered before we were together.

“Everything about you is my business,” Laughn growls in my ear.

“I was just kidding, and Jolie knows that. She offered to take my virginity when she first came back.”

I can feel Boston’s glare cutting into me like a jagged piece of glass. “Did she just?”

“Jolie, the virginity stealer. What’s your count... three?” Laughn asks, tickling my side.

“Four, actually.” I giggle, trying to dodge his fingers. Sinclair laughs, and Colt leans forward and high fives me. My phone vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket.

Melinda

Hi, sorry I haven’t replied to your messages. I have been under the weather and Ziyon made me rest for a few days. I’m all better now and can’t wait to see you again.

Me

I’m glad you’re feeling better. Let me know when you are free and we can catch up again.

Melinda

Soon, I promise. Ziyon is taking me somewhere for my birthday but I will let you know.

Sending back a smiley face, I pocket my phone just as the bell goes, and excitement fills me. I signed up for a class with Creed, designed for anyone who wants to be a forensic technician. Though, I just want to cut dead bodies open.

“Wildflower, I’ll walk you to class,” Laughn says, standing as I do. He throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking to class by myself.”

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