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She drags a nail over my nape, sending a lick of heat down my spine. “Hm. Should probably find someone with a spare room.”
I lean back. “Riley might take you in.”
“She won’t. She rather enjoys having her own space.”
“Oh, that is quite the pickle then.” I brush my thumb over my lower lip, a smirk curving my mouth.
Hendrix sinks into my lap and ghosts her mouth over mine. “You fancy a roommate, dude?”
I flick my tongue over the seam of her lips.
She shudders, pupils dilating, hands trembling when they land on my chest.
Axel groans. “They’re about to shag, aren’t they?”
I squeeze Hendrix’s hip as I turn to him with a blank expression.
“Ax.” Saint tuts, his fingers deftly rolling the paper in his hand. “You should know by now they’ve got that whole exhibitionist thing going on.” He looks up and waggles his brows at Hendrix. “Plus, I think Rix mightbe into sharing. She practically begged me to be their third a couple weeks ago.”
“Piss off.” Hendrix snatches a stick from Carter’s loose grip and tosses it.
It bounces off Saint’s head.
He only grins. “There’s my girl. Stop being a soppy git. It’s gross.”
“I’m doing something here.” She scowls.
He holds his hands in the air in surrender. “Sorry. Please continue…”
“You’ve ruined it.”
“Well, this is just delightful,” Carter says as he saunters over the floor. He twists his fingers into Saint’s hoodie and drags him off the floor. “We’re leaving now.”
“But—”
“Out.” Carter’s gruff tone leaves no room for argument.
Saint glowers before shuffling across the floor.
He stops at the side of me, grabs Hendrix’s head and slams a kiss to the middle of it.
“Thank you for holding on, Rix,” he whispers, then he’s gone, Axel and Carter trailing after him.
Hendrix watches the door as it swings shut.
I palm her cheek and bring her face to mine.
She cups my cheeks and presses a sweet, warm kiss to my mouth.
“I set up a meeting with In Stasis in a couple weeks,” she says, draping her arms over my shoulders and threading her fingers together.
I brush my thumb over her cheek, my fucking heart skipping a beat. “Yeah?”
“Noah was very excited to get my call.”
“You’re gonna start writing again?”
“Yeah. I’m still gonna do some mixing on the side though,” she tells me, her lips trailing along my cheek. “I’ve heard there’s a band currently in need of a mixing engineer, so might as well use my expertise for good.”
