•Miguel•
She looked so f*****g beautiful when she was flustered, especially when it was because of me.
I stayed exactly where she’d shoved me, like some i***t puppy waiting for scraps, eyes locked on that door as if staring hard enough would make her open it.
Christ, this girl had me acting like a lunatic and I loved every second of it.
My hand slid into my left jean pocket, fingers closing around my phone. I needed something, anything, to keep me from kicking the damn door down and dragging her out.
I hit Damien’s name.
He answered on the fifth ring, voice dripping with smug.
“What’s going on, lover boy?”
Fucker.
“Landed safely, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Not what I’m asking,” he said, and I could hear the distant hum of an engine on his end, like he was driving too fast wi
