Kylie
People reach out and congratulate me. They speak, but I don’t hear them. I smile and move on until I am before his table. “You’re magnificent,” he praises, drinking me in like always, but this time, he shutters the need in his eyes as they meet mine.
“Why are you here?” I ask, not unkindly.
He kicks out the other seat. “Sit, Angel.”
I do, and his lips quirk at that. He slides a drink to me, and I sip it—gin, ice, and lemon, my favourite.
He sighs and looks around. “I wanted to see if you were okay. I spoke to Xavier today.”
Licking my lips, I glance around too, unable to meet those eyes now, unsure what to say. He reaches out and grabs my arm, drawing me back. I stare down at his big hand on me and follow it up to his gaze, shivering from the intensity I see there.
“Are you ok
