Since the others were out, being pissed off at each other, Darius, Gaian, and I could have an easy and quiet night. So, I turned on a movie that we used to watch while we were younger and cuddled between the two of them on the couch.
Gaian rested his large hand on my thigh, his fingers curled into my skin possessively. Usually, he wasn’t so rough and territorial, but tonight, he wouldn’t let up. He kept touching me, kept inching closer, his scent overwhelmingly strong.
I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes, warmth building in my core.
“Pretty Bird,” Darius teased, “you’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” I asked, trying to suppress a smile.
“What you’ve been doing all night.”
“And what’s that?” I looked over at him with a challenging gaze.
Like Gaian typically was, Darius was usually a
