Page 90 of Keep Me

We all let out a string of laughter, and I feel Sylvie nestle closer to my side. Theresa looks downright proud of herself now.

Then it’s Claire’s turn, and I grow tense. I watch with nervous anxiety as it spins, and when it stops pointing dangerously close to me, I panic.

“It’s me,” Sylvie says, cutting off my thoughts.

“It looks like it landed right between you and Killian,” someone argues.

“No, it’s on me,” she argues. Then she glares at Claire. “So… what’s it gonna be?”

“Technically, it’s your choice,” Claire replies flatly.

“I’m not afraid of a little kiss.”

“Sylvie…” I say in warning. But she ignores me. Instead, she leans toward Claire and stares obstinately into her eyes. The tension between these two women is palpable, and I’m legitimately concerned about what my wife is about to do.

Claire leans toward Sylvie, but it’s Sylvie who makes the leap. She latches her lips around Claire’s, kissing her with passion and fire, and I see Claire’s bottom lip pinched between Sylvie’s teeth. Claire lets out a whimper but meets Sylvie’s fervor with her own, pressing back against her. For ten long seconds, the two of them fight for control of the kiss while the rest of us watch with trepidation.

When they finally pull away, Sylvie’s mouth is red, and Claire looks angry and defeated, as if Sylvie somehow won.

“I think it’s time for another bottle,” Liam says, changing the mood in the room. He immediately jumps up, grabs a bottle of wine, and walks to the wall to dim the lights. I can feel the radiating anger from Sylvie’s gaze as she glares at the other woman.

She only relaxes after Claire leaves the room in a huff.

“What was that all about?” I whisper.

Sylvie shrugs. “I don’t like her.”

“Obviously,” I joke.

“Don’t act like you don’t know why,” she replies without looking at me.

My head tilts as I stare at her in confusion. Leaning my mouth next to her ear, I softly whisper, “Is my wee little wife jealous?”

“I don’t like cheaters,” she mutters, denying that she’s jealous of another woman wanting me.

“You’re in a room full of cheaters, darling.”

“You know what I mean,” she huffs.

My hand slides along her jaw, turning her face toward me. “I like to see you jealous.”

She jerks away from me. “I’m not.”

“Then you won’t mind me kissing another person tonight?”

Her eyes turn to fire, glaring at me with rage. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I chuckle softly. “It’s not really cheating. Just a kiss.”

Reaching into the middle of the circle, I pick up the wine bottle. “My turn,” I announce, stealing the attention of everyone in the circle who are all having their own flirty private conversations.

“Should we wait for Claire to come back?” Liam asks.

“She’s fine,” Angus replies, waving off his wife instead of looking for her.

Sylvie is still shooting daggers at me with her eyes as I give the bottle a spin. After three turns, it stops in front of Theresa, the same woman responsible for the blossoming hickey on Angus’s neck.

The group lets out a collective “Ooooh.”

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