Page 13 of Die for You
“Thanks for saving our teammates,” Luke offers.
Sienna nudges him with an elbow. “They’re your best friends.”
“Aww,” Trey drawls.
Luke flips him off.
I’d stick around to watch the show that has become unexpectedly amusing, but exhaustion is starting to hit, and if I can’t get a ride share, I’m walking home. “Nice meeting everyone.” To Damien, Finn, and Knox, I add, “You’re welcome for saving your lives. Anyway. I’m leaving now. Seriously. Goodbye.”
I brush past their friends, and Sienna offers me a friendly smile. If I had room in my life for friends, I might actually invite them in.
On my way out, Damien catches me by the elbow. He looms over me, body heat radiating.
My heart leaps to my throat as his sultry gaze devours me.
All of them watch us.
“You never gave us your number, angel.”
I flash a sickly sweet smile up at him. “And I’m not going to.”
Trey lets out an amused chuckle. Luke bites his cheek to suppress his grin. Finn and Knox aren’t nearly as amused, and for a second, I almost feel bad for disappointing them.
Damien’s smile disappears too. He releases me, but his voice drops, too low for any of the others to hear. “We’re not letting you go again, Aurora. Every devil needs his angel.”
Chapter 6
Finn
We could’ve died.
We could’ve died, we could’ve died, we could’vedied.
We. Could. Have. Died.
But we didn’t.
We’re still here.
A second chance. Aurora gave us that.
“Be honest with me, gentlemen. Were you drinking?” In his office, Coach paces in front of us with his hands tucked together behind his back.
Damien and I shake our heads. I didn’t have a drop that night, and Damien never drinks when he’s the designated driver.
“I had a beer,” Knox admits. “But that’s it.”
“Were you high?” Coach’s gaze snaps between the three of us.
“No, sir.” Damien glares at the floor, pissed with himself for the accident more than Coach grilling us over it two days later. “We were all sober.”
Coach exhales a heavy sigh. “I’m happy to hear that, at least. You know you three could’ve died.”
We nod. What the hell are we supposed to say? We’ve spent every hour since thinking about how close we came to death.How much worse that night could’ve gone if Aurora hadn’t been there. If she hadn’t gotten us out of that car in time.
If I’d died, Quinn would’ve been left behind. I wouldn’t have gotten another second with Aurora. To touch her again. To listen to her voice. To feel the weight of her soft-brown eyes on me.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her, my appetite has grown tenfold. I need more. All of her that I can get. Every part she’s willing to give me.
