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Saint hisses and pushes her towards me. “Fuck! She just fucking bit me. Cole, get your girl.”
Laughing, I reach for Hendrix’s hips and tug her onto my lap. “Behave, Rixie.”
“That’s what he gets for being a twat.” A shit eating grin splits her face.
Saint sneers. “How old are you right now?”
“Younger than you.” She whistles.
Axel gives me a look.
I just grin as Hendrix shuffles on my lap.
My body vibrates at the feel of her. Not sure anything gets better than this. Not sure how it could. I squeeze her hips when she shifts backward onto my stirring erection, halting her movement.
She swipes a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.
Riley’s gaze stays fixed on the ball in her hand as the final riff ringsaround us.
Axel starts to say something but Hendrix shuts him up with a sharp shake of her head. He snaps his mouth shut and arches a brow. Hendrix ignores him, her fingers drumming on the back of my hand as she watches Riley.
Riley looks up then, her eyes creasing as she tilts her head. “I didn’t hate it.”
“Yes! High praise, indeed.” Hendrix claps her hands and jumps off my lap. She crosses the room and drops down next to Riley, mirroring her position on the floor. “You want a minute before we play Cole’s?”
Riley shakes her head. “No. I’m good.”
“Okay.” Hendrix tugs her phone out. “Now remember, Riles, I am your favourite personever.”
I hike a brow, my pulse hammering at the grin she sends me.
“Pretty sure I’m Reebok’s favourite these days,” Axel says, sliding onto the couch next to me.
Hendrix smirks. “Keep dreaming, dude.”
“I’ll have you kno…”
She slams her thumb on her phone screen, eyebrows raised smugly as he’s drowned out by the same starting riff as before.
At the sound of my voice cutting through the music, her gaze collides with mine. She winks. And fuck if my whole universe doesn’t shift.
Any doubts I had about me and her figuring this out completely blow to shit in a quarter beat. She’s still that girl. Stillmygirl.
Riley bounces her knuckles off the floor. Nose twitching, she peeks at me for a half second, her mouth quirking on one side. “I like these lyrics more.”
“Nooo!” Hendrix groans and throws herself backwards on the floor. “Don’t say that.”
“Would you go as far as to say they’resuperior, Riles?” I ask.
My lips curl smugly as Hendrix flips her middle finger in the air. “Fuck. You. Dude.”
“Later, Rixie.” I tut, smirking when she pops up on one elbow and peers at me. “We’re in public,dude.”
Saint scoffs. “As if that’s ever stopped you two.”
Hendrix falls back, choking on air as she slaps her hands over flaming cheeks.
Riley giggles, Saint claps a hand on my shoulder with a chuckle, and Axel slides onto the couch next to me, grinning wildly.
