Page 174 of Forbidden You

She’s a fucking pain, keeping me on my toes, constantly arguing with me, but I’m addicted to it all.

“Oh, God, you two are disgusting.” Jensen tears his eyes away, taking a sip from his orange-colored mocktail. “Almost as disgusting as this alcohol free shit.”

Like the little sass ball that she is, she pulls Jensen’s glass out of his hands, pouring the contents down her throat.

“Hey!” he huffs.

“You don’t get to say anything,hockey boy. I had to watch you and my cousin bunny hop around the house like you two had Duracell batteries up your ass.” She pulls a face. “You’re right, though. This is disgusting. What is it?”

“Some kind of Sunny Sunset thing. Probably Sex on the Beach without the sex.” Jensen rolls his eyes, and I chuckle at the two of them bantering at each other, with my hands plastered over Kayla’s stomach. “And you didn’t have to watch shit. You are the one who begged me to let you stay with us, remember?”

“Whatever.” She waves his words away at the same time Jensen’s eyes lock over his shoulder with an amused look written in his features. Entertained, I stare at him with my eyebrows arched until Kayla curiously follows his gaze.

“You cannot scowl at me for some PDA with my boyfriend, if you’re lurking at my cousin like a freaking stalker.”

Jensen shoots her a dull look. “I live with her. I’m allowed, Lockheart. Besides, not what I was looking at.”

Kayla and I both twist our necks again, this time a little farther, so we can see past Rae. The corner of my lips curls as Kayla’s jaw drops a little in surprise when we see how Julie and Jason are dancing together like they’re about to go up in flames.

“Did you know about them?” I ask Kayla.

“Nope.” HerPpops, like she’s as stunned as we are. “She’s very tight lipped about it, but I have my suspicions.”

The curtain between them rises as they completely seem to lose sight of everything else, disappearing into a little cocoon that’s as friendly as what I feel for Kayla. Heat radiates from them, and I notice the grin forming on Hunter’s cheeks when he glances at his best friend who has his arms wrapped around Julie’s body. He presses a kiss on his wife’s head, then comes to join us with a little shake of his head.

“Did you know about those two?” Jensen’s arm is propped onto the bar, his chin resting in his palm while Hunter mimics his stance on the other side of Kayla and I.

Hunter shakes his head. “They keep saying nothing is going on. They arejust friends.” His gaze moves back Jason and Julie before he turns it back to us, gesturing to the bartender for another virgin Mojito, pointing at his glass.

“They are fucking liars,” Jensen counters.

“Yeah, they are,” Kayla chimes in with a smirk, cocking her head a little. “I wonder who of the two is the Bodi of the relationship. You know, the one who’s got their head up their ass.”

“Shut up, little minx.” I tickle her side and she lets out a shriek.

“Probably both,” Hunter pitches in, then takes a sip of his fresh drink. “Kayla, babe. I like you, but I seriously can’t wait until your next birthday because this is shit.” He drops his glass, then points his scowl at me. “Come on, Bodi. Couldn’t we just throw her a house party and pretend she turned twenty-one?”

“That’s what I said!” Jensen yelps, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“You two are acting like fucking teenagers,” I tell them, scolding.

“No, that’s her.” Jensen points at Kayla.

“Hey! Not anymore! I’m twenty now. No longer a teenager.”

“I think she’s old enough for a shot, McKay.” Hunter gives me a pleading look. “You can’t tell me you and Jensen were sober until your twenty-first birthday?”

Kayla snorts. “As if.”

Hunter smiles. “One shot.”

“Yes! One shot!” Jensen doesn’t even wait for my reply before he throws a hundred-dollar bill on the bar and grabs a bottle of tequila from the workstation. “I’m buying a bottle, man!” Without waiting for the bartender’s confirmation, he reaches farther for four glasses, then starts to pour a finger in all of them as I roll my eyes.

Kayla turns around, staring up at me through her thick lashes.

“Can I? It’s my birthday after all.”

I promised the owner of the bar I’d make sure she wouldn’t drink, but when she’s giving me that look, I’m lost for perseverance. She’s got me wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it.

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