Wreck Me - Page 184

What the fuck?

“—pops in and stares at me with those bottomless dark brown eyes of his. My first thought was, I want them on me, just on me. And bam, I was suddenly not content anymore because he showed me how it could be. We’ll call the ‘he who shall not be named’ Dane.”

Bailey and Mia urge her to shut up while the guys grab a shot and lift it in my direction.

“Barges right into my life without a knock or an invitation. Wait, he’s not a vampire. Whatever, he totally could be because he sucks me… the life out of me. Yeah, I already miss him. But I could not live if he wouldn’t be alive, so I’d rather stay away and love him from afar.”

“You could find someone else.”

I’m going to smash Hunter’s head into the wall.

“Doesn’t surprise me at all,” Bailey mumbles.

“There’s no one I want. And guys, this is about me.”

Blake waves a hand in her direction. “Of course, we thought you were done. Continue with your pity party.”

“No, I mean, he’s my Celine.”

What the fuck?

“He’s my happily ever after. My soulmate, my person. What if one day he realizes I’m not worth the trouble? There are women out there with whom he’d have it easier with than me.”

“He might,” Hunter, in his eternal wisdom, says, which gets Bailey to shake her head at him, not so subtly.

“First, you’d never let that happen. Second, Dane would never do that,” Blake says. I like this guy.

“I know. I love him so much…”

“Then stop, Abi. Is that what those romances tell you, that the guy who loves you would tire of you? I thought it was all the mad love, rainbow shit, and happy endings,” Blake says.

“Who asked for your opinion, anyway? You think with a bottle in your hand.” Mia retorts, sending him an angry look.

He pins her with a glare while Abigail says, “I’m driving to him.” She takes another shot. “I’ll need that. It’s his eyes. They’re my kryptonite, and fuck, I’m scared and confused and horny. Have I told you how much I love him?”

“You did,” the group says, groaning.

“You’re so going to regret this tomorrow.”

“I love you too, Blake, but I’m so done with you hiding things. I can almost understand Dane.”

“You love him, so I don’t grasp the issue here. I was about to murder that guy for hurting you,” Hunter says.

“Love? That’s not even a small part of what I feel for him.”

I feel the same, princess.

“Look who’s behaving as if he’s actually interested in someone other than himself,” Bailey says.

“Jealous, kitten?” Hunter retorts.

“Stop calling me that,” she huffs in frustration.

He smirks, raising a brow in challenge. “Kitten.”

She takes the bottle from Abigail while my girl mumbles that it was hers—my spoiled princess I love with every furious beat of my heart.

Abigail looks at Bailey and says, “If he knew… Why won’t you?”