Page 63 of Revolve
She smiles tightly, and I’m not sure I like how it makes me feel.
TWENTY-THREE
DYLAN
I’D SINK MYteeth into that ass.
I know, fucked-up thing to think about my partner, especially when she walks into Myth, the converted warehouse bar, with the cook from Lola’s. When she asked to bring a friend, Ajay is not who I had in mind. I thought it’d be Scarlett, and that’s precisely why Kian tagged along.
“Is that girl staring at me or you?” he asks, nudging me.
My attention is pried away from where Ajay and Sierra talk, her hand hitting his shoulder every time she laughs. I’ve never seen her laugh like that before. It looks fake as fuck.
I turn to Kian, who has a drink in his hand and bobs his head to the loud music. I couldn’t sit there and watch Ajay whisper in her ear, so I grabbed Kian and came to the bar.
Kian’s back is against the crowded bar, and he’s smiling at someone sitting just a few seats away. The girl’s got curly brown hair and blue eyes. Her red lips only manage to pull my thoughts right back to Sierra.
“Definitely you,” I say, slapping a hand on his back.
He drains his drink—it’s water, in solidarity with me—then hestands straight, black Rage Against the Machine T-shirt straining against his body.
“You okay alone? Or I guess, third wheeling.”
My gaze drifts back to the booth at the opposite end of the club, and I catch Sierra’s lips around the straw of her drink. “I’m not third wheeling anyone.”
He laughs. “Pretty sure Sierra’s going to swallow the cook whole.”
My grip on my glass tightens. “He’s just a friend.”
“Right, ’cause all of us snuggle up with a hot girl at a club because we’re beingfriendly.”
“Shut up.”
Kian chuckles, then his eyes widen to saucers. “Wait, wait, wait. It’s her, isn’t it? You’re into her! Are we plotting something? Is that why you invited me?” He sounds almost giddy.
“No,” I say quickly. “No plotting.”
“I should have known. Now I owe Summer twenty bucks.”
“I’ll give you fifty to stop talking.” I chew ice. Crushing something between my teeth seems to ease the ugly feeling.
“Do we not like the cook?”
“Don’t you have a girl waiting for you?” My gaze flits back to the other end of the bar, where the girl’s still looking our way. I’m not actually sure which one of us she’s looking at, but I only want one pair of eyes on me. And they’re definitely not blue.
Kian shrugs. “I’d rather stay here and figure out how we’re going to send the cook running for the hills.”
“Weare not doing anything.” If we did, Sierra would “accidentally” cut me during practice.
“You’re no fun.” He drops his chin in his hands. “I could tell him his car is on fire.”
Is it bad that I consider it? “No. You’re not doing that.”
“There’s your chance,” Kian whispers when Sierra stands. “I’ll take care of it, trust me.”
I don’t trust him to do anything remotely sane in this situation, but I’m not thinking straight right now. I may have developed a hoarding problem, but only when it comes to Sierra. Without a second thought, I slowly head down the hall and wait. When Sierra comes out of the bathroom, she spots me instantly. Green eyes land on mine, and her hips sway like they’re hypnotizing me.Fuck, she’s hot. Why does Ajay get to look at her?
“Could you be more creepy?” she says.
