Page 45 of Romania
She rolled her eyes but blushed as she shrugged.
“Eve?” I pressed.
“I’m not done talkin’ to you,” Tech bit out.
“Eve?” I asked again, my gaze glued to her. When she nodded, my goddamn heart took off out of my chest and flew high.
Tech groaned. “Jesus, brother.”
Ignoring him, I moved over to Eve and cupped her cheeks. “What does this mean, sweetheart?”
“Now he straight up ignores me,” Tech complained.
Eve reached up and touched my cheek. “Sorry, my idiot brother?—”
“I don’t care. I’ll take all the hits from him.” I needed to know. “Eve, why did you tell him?”
She flicked her gaze off to the side where I noticed Rommy stood with her hands clasped under her chin watching us with happiness. She winked and nodded at Eve.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
What had Rommy said to have Eve telling her brother and my best fucking friend in the club that we’re something?
Was Eve ready to commit?
Did she honestly want me?
When Eve looked back up at me, she said, “I want to try.” Her bottom lip trembled. She bit down on it until I brushed my thumb over the plump flesh, and she released it.
“You’re mine?”
“It’s not going to be easy,” she warned.
“You’re mine?”
“Quake, I’m messed up, and I could say things that?—”
Leaning down, I kissed her, and against her lips, I smiled before mumbling, “You are mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered and then wrapped her arms around my neck right before I claimed my woman with a kiss in front of everyone.
Cheers, catcalls, and clapping bombarded our ears. For a split second, I worried Eve would pull away and run, but she didn’t. She held me tighter and kissed me deeper.
Fucking hell.
This was Eve in my arms in front of everyone.
Eve.
The woman I’d wanted to claim since the first night we’d slept together. It may have been a drunken romp then, but I’d woken up and watched her sleep peacefully next to me for half an hour knowing that she was gonna mean something to me.
And she does.
She was mine, and I wouldn’t let her get away from me now.
