What He Needs

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•Nava•
When Abel walks out of the bathroom he takes my hand to kiss my knuckles.

I avoid looking into his eyes when he tries to catch mine; I'm just ready to sit down.

When he can't get my attention he sighs and drops our hands by our sides.

He squeezes my hand before we walk into the restaurant.

Abel and I curiously look for where Wesley and Lamar are sitting. After a minute or two, we find them and I notice the table is a huge square size.

I notice the table is in front of a huge window and Cash sat on the side of the window without looking up from his phone.

When we approach the table, everyone looks up. I smile before sliding in beside Wesley. "Sorry, I had to use the ladies room."

"You good, we just ordered a couple bottles." Lamar slouches in the seat before stretching his arms out along the window seal behind Wesley.

Abel sits next to me before wrapping his arm around me.

"What did you order?" He wonders.

"Bombay, Patrón, Hennessy, Vodka-" I interject.

"What's with all the strong alcohol?" I question as I lean forward picking up the menu in front of me.

Opening it I look for the alcohol selection list; when I found the page, I look over the names and didn't see a damn thing.

Abel rests his chin on my shoulder looking with me.

"It's not strong to us kid number two." Cash laughs opening his own menu.

"Oh shit, Cash done gave her a nickname." Lamar laughs.

"Not even Bella has a nickname with Cash." Abel kisses my neck as he grabs my thigh under the table.

I ignore the flutter in my stomach because I'm not ready to forgive him yet. This is the second time he's grabbed me like he has no sense.

Pushing his hand off my thigh I ask, "Why not, Cash?"

Abel pulls away obviously staring at me.

Cash shrugs putting his phone in his pocket, "I mean she's a baby. I don't know what this dude was thinking dating her."

I couldn't agree more. She's nice and all but she's too young in my opinion.

"She's a model. You know how I love models." Abel gets comfortable giving up the attempt to get my attention.

"Nava's not a model, why do you insist on hogging her?" Wesley asks as she smirks which only causes me to smile.

"Nava's different, Wes." Abel said, eyeing her.

Wesley leans forward with an exquisite look, "What's different about Navi besides the fact she's practically the only girl you haven't had?"

I can't help but grin this time. I guess she's as curious as I am why we haven't slept together yet.

"She belongs to me, that's what makes her different." Abel smirks.

Wesley's eyes narrow making me jump in. She was about to start talking shit and she's upset.

It wouldn't have been a pretty scene.

"Tomorrow night's the last show, what are everyone's plans when it's all over?" I ask changing the subject quickly.

Before anyone can answer a waiter brings what Lamar ordered. "An order of Bacardi, Bombay, Hennessy, Patrón, and Vodka."

I watch him put the bottles in the middle of the table with five shot glasses and cups.