Kellan wears a small, pleased smile as he sits across from me. Remnants of what happened between us apparent on his flushed cheeks, rumpled shirt, mussed up hair. Our reserved section feels inches wide.
That self-assured and knowing smile slips every time David leans in to talk to me. "Which one's your brother again?" He asks, voice scratchy from a night of shouting.
"Not here," I say after a quick look around. Gone, probably chasing Ryder chasing a girl. The two of them lost in the crowd. Lifting my chin, I ask, "What was your call?"
His cheeks immediately redden and his smile turns impish. His gaze catches the flashing lights above us and he stomach a long gulp of his Manhattan. "It was my mom." He admits through tight teeth. "Reminded me to be safe and to call her if I was going to d
