Page 14 of Nightmare

Summer tilts her head to the side, putting a hand on her hip, and addresses Mac, “You’re new.”

“Well,” Mac starts, calm and smooth like molasses, “I think you’re the ones that are new.”

Summer purses her lips to the side, humming on the question, and then drops her hand back to her side. “You have a point there.” She smiles, then holds her hand out towards him like she did to Jax earlier. “Summer.”

Mac grasps her hand in his, keeping his eyes on hers, “Malcolm. But everyone calls me Mac.”

She keeps her hand in his, “I think I like Malcolm.”

He dips his head in response when Olivia speaks again, “So? Stalking me or nah?”

I laugh, turning back to her. Her green eyes study me, like before, so I take the opportunity to really take her in. Standing here, in the flesh, she’s something from a wet dream. All milky skin, with a tint like she’s spent some time outdoors. Freckles that powder her shoulders and cheeks. Cleavage spilling out the top of her dress like it’s trying to get closer to me, begging to be held under my hands.

She clears her throat, and I quickly move my eyes back to her face, question in my gaze. She blinks at me, waiting for an answer.

“I’m not stalking you.” I respond to her previous question.

She arches an eyebrow, “So, it’s purely coincidental we’re running into you for the second time today?”

“Yes.”

Summer giggles from her new spot against the wall, in between both of my best friends, “Maybe it’s fate.”

Olivia rolls her eyes at her friend, and I chuckle in my throat.

“I’m serious!” Summer continues, addressing Olivia, “How weird is it that they would show up at our favorite restaurant and the club we’re at? Maybe God is sending you a little present.”

I laugh at how brazen she is. Clearly, she’s drunk enough that her mental filter is gone.

“Okay, Summer.” Olivia laughs, then flicks her green eyes back to me, “You want to dance with me, Travis?”

My blood stills in my veins, and I can’t hold back the big smile that spreads from ear to ear.

“Sure, pretty girl, let’s go.”

Chapter Seven

Olivia

“Travis!I’ve been looking for you!” Some box-dyed girl yells as soon as I slip my hand into Travis’s to head back inside to dance, Mr. Tequila giving me the boost to even touch him.

He groans, spinning to look at his friends, and they start laughing from either side of where Summer is leaning against the brick wall, popping a cigarette into her mouth.

That’s when Travis turns to me quickly, pressing his lips close to my ear and whispers, “Save me, and I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

I laugh as he steps back against the wall again, pulling me to stand next to him. The girl steps into our atmosphere, close enough to grip onto his forearm and dig her nails into the tattooed flesh.

“I thought you had forgotten about me.” She pouts, pressing her giant chest against his side.

She eyes me where I’m standing on his opposite side, daggers coming out of her eyes like she wants me dead. I giggle a little, the alcohol warming my veins and making this situation funnier than it probably is.

“We just came out for a smoke.” Travis’s words are gruff, and like a magician, Malcolm pulls a pretty little joint out from his pack of cigarettes and lights it. He leans against the wall casually, even though all of his muscles are strained, then passes the joint to Travis, who takes it like a lifesaver.

I smirk, the idea flying into my head like some sort of witchcraft.

I slide my hand into the pocket of Travis’s jeans, tugging him towards me, then take the joint from his hand. Pressing it to my lips, I eye him like I own him, like I need to piss all over him to claim him in front of this girl.

Everything else moves in slow motion after that, everyone watches my lips release the joint, then spread across my face in a smile that screamsdon’t fuck with me.

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