Page 104 of Only With You

A sickeningly sweet smile stretches wide across Saint’s face. “Is that so? Because that’s not how I remember it.”

Malik awkwardly laughs, but it does nothing to cut the tension. “Does anyone want something to drink?”

She dryly laughs. “So you remember what a piece of shit you are?”

Cara finally steps in. “All right, let’s have a good time, okay?”

“Oh, I am!” Daisy mirrors Saint’s smile. “I’m having the best time.”

“Me, too,” Saint quips, raising his cup in salute to her. “The best time.”

“I’ll take that drink, Malik.” Daisy flashes Saint afuck yousmile before she leaves with him to the bar.

Jayden and Cara follow behind them. She looks annoyed at whatever he says to her but that doesn’t deter the smile on Jayden’s face.

“Shit…I didn’t know…sorry, Saint.” Finnick rubs the back of his neck.

He shrugs nonchalantly, looking oddly happy for what just happened. “It’s cool. That went better than I expected.”

Jagger barks out a laugh. “Better than expected? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means just that,” Saint replies, eyeing the bar. “I’m getting a drink. Who’s coming?”

I’m sure everyone is confused, but no one questions it. They all agree to go except for Julianna and Finnick. They stand in their spot, glancing at Eloise and Micah Vega.

Eloise is Julianna’s best friend and Micah Vega is the tight end for the NCU football team. They look like they’re in a heated argument, but I don’t care enough to listen.

I direct my attention to the angel who’s adamant on ignoring my existence. “I need to talk to you.”

“About?” she asks, her tone detached as she glances at her nails.

“I think I’m going to go get a drink.” Finnick throws his thumb over his shoulder. “Those two seem like they need to sort some things out. And I guess you two have things to sort out as well.”

“We do.”

“We don’t.”

We both speak at the same time, but when I lock eyes with Finnick, I know I don’t need to communicate what I want.

“I’ll be back, all right?” He squeezes Julianna’s shoulder, smiling down at her.

She narrows her eyes at him and I do too, because touching her was unnecessary, but he did it to be an arse. He says nothing, but walks away with a smirk on his face.

I stand in front of her and clench my hand at my side, doing everything humanly possible that I can to keep my eyes on her face and not below. But it seems like Gabby and Polly are rooting for my downfall because what the fuck? How am I supposed to manage a conversation and not stare at her breasts or think about how she came when I simply played with them?

“Julianna.”

“What?”

I know I’m a dick, but I haven’t recently done anything to warrant her cold shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

She frowns, pursing her lips, and looks away. “Nothing.”

I blow out an aggravated breath and hook my finger underneath her chin, angling her head back to look up at me. “What’s wrong? I can’t understand if you don’t talk to me.”

Her gaze flickers to my lips before she realises what she’s doing and pulls away, taking a step back. “Nothing.”

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