She sighs and leans into my chest. I feel the weight of her against me, and for a moment, I forget anyone else is in the room.
“Do you think she’s okay?” she asks, a bit quieter now.
“If she wasn’t, Rose would’ve had Bones in a chokehold before he reached the door,” I reply, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “He’ll either make things right or he’ll walk out of here with a broken nose and no one to blame but himself.”
“I didn’t mean to cause drama.”
“No,” I murmur, letting my thumb graze her jaw as I tilt her face up to mine, “you meant to start a revolution. And I like that better.”
She laughs again, a soft sound that eases something tight in my chest. The club may be loud, half drunk, and still buzzing with leftover adrenaline, but all I feel is her.
Her hand slides over my che
