"Oh, they're cute."
"And out cold."
Malax sits up with me. "What?"
"We're late for dinner. The helicopter is on the roof. Her mom sent it."
Eriska pulls me up. "You're mostly awake. It'll be fine."
Rye nods. "Change your shirt, Ax. It has more make-up than she does."
I watch him change. He's sexy.
"Wash your face when you get home. I'm not trying to fix that." Eriska pulls me into the elevator.
I sit by Malax and put my straps on. He doesn't make them tighter, so I give him sad eyes.
He chuckles and fixes me.
I wash my face when I get home and go to dinner. The boys are planning something with the press. I plop down and stare at water.
Malax puts his arm on the back of my chair and rubs my shoulder lightly while they talk.
I face plant his lap.
"BOY."
He sits me back up.
"So
