Page 87 of Composed
“This is the best. Night. Ever.” Saint slaps a hand against our table, splashing beer everywhere, as Theo does a particularly low back bend and harmonises with Hendrix.
Also,God-awfully.
Hendrix and Theo link arms, their lips inches apart as they scream out the final chorus.
My ears ring.
If they weren’t both as terrible as each other, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad. But there’s no way I’m letting them do karaoke together again. I’d like to still be able to hear myself think in the morning.
“Aren’t you glad our girls became besties?” Saint asks, rocking my shoulder with his as he shuffles his chair my way.
I grunt, but my lips flicker.
Truth is, I am glad.
Hendrix needed Theo in her life.
Pretty sure if I asked Saint, he’d say the same for Theo too.
Neither of them has a lot of friends outside of us.
Between Theo’s dance lessons, and Hendrix being tucked away here at uni, most of their free time is spent with just us guys, in Carter’s garage while we spend our weekends finishing up our EP in the hopes of getting signed soon.
Hendrix has never once complained that her closest friends are all men, but I see how much brighter she shines when Theo is around too.
Our girls bow to a chorus of whistles and cheers.
I snatch up my beer and drain it, never taking my eyes away from Hendrix as she bounds across the room towards me.
She pauses about a metre away, a bright grin splitting her face.
Then she jumps and launches herself at me.
My chair rocks back as she lands in my lap, wraps her arms around my neck, and crushes her lips to mine.
I grip the edge of the table to hold us steady.
Her tongue brushes the seam of my lips. The tequila she shot before going up still lingers on her tongue as she pleads for entrance.
I’m remiss to stop her.
I curl my hand around her hip, my mouth opening enough for her to slip through.
Her tongue tangles with mine and she moans into my mouth. My jeans tighten. Her eyes pop open. She sinks deeper into my lap, shivering.
I shake my head, smirking as fire licks up my spine. “Not here.”
“Fine.” She pouts against my lips, then grins as I press her flush to my chest. “Did you like my singing?”
I pinch my lips closed as Saint snorts into Theo’s hair.
Hendrix spears him with a glower, before looking back at me with glazed, hopeful eyes.
Pretty sure my options are to lie and live happily ever after with my girl, or tell the truth and never get laid again. I go for something in between. “It was really something, baby. You’ve got some lungs on you.”
“Really?” Her nose crinkles.
“Really.” I thump Saint’s thigh as more laughter spills from him. “You and Theo were brilliant up there.”
