Page 55 of Forbidden Mischief
They weren't anyone important to me, honestly I don’t even remember their names, just their faces. And the fact that they’re wolves in my father’s pack.
The way they acted about me being gay didn’t surprise me, it’s not something my father allowed.
What did surprise me was how Zayne stuck up for me. Not that I didn’t think he would, just that it made me feel really damn good that he did.
“Hey.” He gives my knee a squeeze, catching my attention. I blink a few times, needing to pay attention to the road and not the thoughts running rampant in my mind. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile over at him, lacing my fingers with his before bringing his hand up so I can kiss the back of his hand. “I’m good.”
“You don’t look it. You're not still upset about those assholes, are you? Because they’re not worth the energy.”
“I know. It’s just, I forget people are like that, you know?” I glance over at him. “I was used to it before we moved in with you guys, but everyone at our school has been pretty chill about it.”
“Because they're not raging assholes like those dicks. Are all the people in your father’s pack like that?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I blow out a breath, rubbing my thumb against the top of his hand. “There were a few people who were pretty chill, including my best friend.”
“Your best friend? You’ve never mentioned a best friend?”
The thought of Tyler makes my chest clench. “Because we left things on bad terms. He felt like I was betraying him by leaving him behind when I left with mom. I couldn’t stay there. If I did, I’d die. Whether it would be by my father or my own hand, one way or another, I wasn’t going to make it there much longer.”
The car is silent for a while.
“I’m glad you left,” he tells me, kissing the back of my hand this time. “If you didn’t, I don’t think we would have found one another.”
A grin curves up and I shoot him a wink. “I am pretty amazing.”
“Shut up.” He laughs, pushing lightly on my arm.
“I’m glad I left too,” I whisper, eyes moving back to the road.
The car grows quiet again, only the low hum of the radio to fill the space between us.
We’re almost home, and the closer we get, the more I see Zayne watching me out of the corner of his eyes. Every time I turn to look at him, his eyes flick away from me and down to his phone, pretending like he wasn’t looking.
When I catch him doing it again, I laugh. “Alright, now it’s your turn to spill. What's on that sexy mind of yours?”
His eyes snap up to mine, a little wide, and he swallows hard. “What? Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”
“Zayne?” I raise my brow, eyes back on the road for a moment, before turning back to him. “Don’t lie to me.”
He lets out a big breath, eyes cast down as he starts to fiddle with his fingers. For a second, I don't think he’s going to answer. Then he blurts, “When do I get to fuck you?”
My eyes widen and I let out a choked sound before chuckling.
“Don’t laugh at me,” he groans, burying his face in his hands.
“Hey, hey.” I smile. “Don’t you hide on me.”
He’s down right adorable right now. He honestly took me by surprise.
“Well, don’t laugh at me when I ask you a serious question.” He pouts, slouching in his seat.
“I’m sorry.” I squeeze his hand. “You took me by surprise, that's all. Is that something you want to do?”
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t.”
“Hey now,” I growl playfully. “No need to be bratty with me. Keep acting like that, and I’ll put you over my knee and punish you.”
