Page 67 of Desired Hearts
Having a good time?
I am. Are you?
Yes.
I looked up. She did the same. The others didn’t seem to notice us thanks to their ongoing conversation.
Although, I can think of something better than tacos and margaritas.
While she read my text and typed a response, I picked up my drink, took a sip, and pretended to care about what the others were saying. In truth, I wasn’t hearing any of their conversation. The prospect of leaving here, imminently, with Delaney, overrode all other thoughts.
I put the drink back down and glanced at her response.
What could possibly be better than tacos and margaritas?
I wasn’t certain if Delaney liked her texts dirty too, but I was about to find out.
You. Specifically you pinned beneath me as I lick your nipples the way I just did that salt.
Thankfully, I didn’t need to wait long for her reaction. The second she finished reading my text, her head snapped up.
“Are you two seriously texting each other?”
Leave it to Beck to be discreet.
“Don’t know what gave you that idea,” I said, taking a sip of my drink.
“Leave them alone.” Pia swatted Beck’s shoulder.
Mason grinned. “I think you two make a cute couple,” he said.
Sometimes, I like the “old” Mason. The grumpier one that didn’t talk as much, pre-Pia. The one that didn’t use the word “cute.” This one was foreign to me.
“Oh, so now that you’re out of the pact, you’re trying to recruit members of the ‘anti-bachelor pact’?” Beck frowned.
“There’s no such thing,” I said dryly.
“Whatever. Traitors,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Now Beck,” Pia said, as if speaking to a child. “You can’t possibly wish for Mason and me not to have met.”
“Obviously not. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him,” he said, in a moment of rare Beck sincerity. “There’s always an exception to the rule.”
“Awww.” Pia pretended to sooth the shoulder she’d swatted as Mason rolled his eyes.
With the others distracted, I finished my drink and picked my phone back up.
Speaking of me ravishing that incredible body of yours…
Delaney looked down at her phone, then back up at me. I nodded toward the door. In response, she downed the rest of her drink.
I laughed loud enough for the others to stop talking and look my way. Coughing, in a poor attempt at recovery, I managed, “Thirsty?”
“Extremely.” Delaney was about to crack up but somehow held it together. “And a little tired, to be honest.”
“Must be something in the air. I’m feeling a little…” I hesitated. Summoned a straight face and finished. “Sleepy, too.”
“Sure. Something is in the air, alright,” Pia teased.
