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She cocks her head, her cat-like eyes fixed in a blank stare. “A moment?”
“Yes, a moment. Fuck, what more do you want?”
“Maybe the answer to my question.”
I suck in a thick breath, twisting my head to look out the window as the clouds thicken. I swipe my hand over my brow before facing her again. “We.” I stammer a little, darting my eyes awkwardly and my eyes widening slightly. I hope my body movements would give her that idea.
Her head cocks slightly, and a devilish smile appears. “You fucked.”
My stomach flips like a coin, flipping for heads or tails. “Lower. Your voice.” If she wasn’t wounded, I would have grabbed her. Hell, is this how girls are when they gossip about hooking up with a boy? “Now I see why you don’t have your usual resting bitch face.”
“Screw you,” I say, my temperature rising. I slump slightly while touching my cheeks and eyebrows.
“I would, but my brother already got to you,” she teases.
I shake my head my throat tightens at the memory of him fucking me hard and deep until I was coming harder than ever. Moaning his name as if I were a part of an opera. A pool of desire forms between my thighs when the image switches to him, locking my neck in his large hands while he looked deep into my eyes and filled me with his cum.
I deliberately cross my legs to keep myself at bay.
She continues prodding. “You really are smitten. Look at your cheeks.” She chuckles, pinching them with her bright red fingernails—which are still perfectly manicured despite the disorder last night.
I glare at her, swiping her away.
Mal continues to laugh. She looks at her thigh, scraping a piece of thread lifted from her cargo pants. “Is it serious at least?”
That question flips my stomach in two.Is it serious? Uhm, no.
We had sex. Does that now equal a romantic relationship? Plus, I’m still balancing what I’mfeelingand logic. What it has always done. Protected me and protected my heart. Our line of work is unpredictable, and honestly, downright scary. Last night proved that yet again. Anything can happen, and I’m not sure how I would recover if something detrimental were to happen to him, and now I’m left with pitifulfeelingsfor a dead person.
I want the response to be as professional as possible. “We are just two adults who fucked. Nothing more.”
Something I can't describe flickers over her eyes.
“Ladies.”
My heart falls to my feet at the sound of Ronan's deep voice booming through the jet. Shit, were we too loud? Does he have Supersonic ears, too?
Just my luck.
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