“In that case,” she holds out her arms so he can lift her over the seat, which he does, and she wraps herself around him, “you’re my ride toyourhome tonight.”
“Okay, so Presley’s obviously fine,” Brynn sums up dryly. “Bellamy, are you okay?”
“Dandy. And did everyone notice I was right? She never was able to name the guy on stage. Threw her off,” my cutie taps her temple and winks, “had that fight won from the word go.”
“Hell yeah, you did,” Pres laughs. “You’re quite the badass yourself, Bellamy. And defending us? You’re officially Squad now.”
“Here, here!” Brynn claps.
I lean into her, inhaling her sweet scent, and whisper in her ear, “hear that, baby? Squad’s for life; no getting rid of me now.”