𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

15

My breath catches as he turns.

"Hi, lovie."
He says softly, his eyes settling on my shoulder.

"Hi."
I say quietly, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

He's brooding.

And looking sexy as hell.

My eyes can't help but scan his body.

Jesus Christ.

I can see him muscles through his shirt.

"What's with the tight shirt, model? Jesus, we're going on a vacation, not to a photoshoot."
Ruby shuffles by snickering.

His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red.

"Leave him alone, baby girl. I let him borrow one of my shirts to save time. We were about to be late."
Brandon says, rolling his eyes.

"That shirt is tight."
Jenny coughs, patting his arm.

"It's a breathable fabric. I like it."
Quincy is grumbling as Brandon grabs my suitcase.

"You look very handsome in it, honey."
I say absentmindedly, checking my watch.

"Are you kidding? His nips are showing. Let's hurry up and leave, the teenage girls will come running out any minute."
Ruby says, turning back to the apartment building.

I refrain from scowling.

"Get in the car, sweetie. Nobody needs to see how much of a man you are."
I mutter, opening the door for him.

His cheeks get even redder.

"Stop it."
He growls, getting in reluctantly.

Brandon wiggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.

"How was time with the boys?"
I ask softly as I slide in next to him.

"Much needed. Derek is a pretty funny guy."
He grins a little.

I can't help but grin too.

He's such a cutie pie.

Plus his ears twitch a little when he smiles really hard.

"Hmm."
I hum, my fingers itching to feel on his muscles.

He sends me a knowing smirk.

"Go ahead, you can feel. Just don't go too crazy, we have company."
He teases, raising his arm a little.

"Damn right you do."
Derek says from the driver's seat.

"Both of you shut up."
I mutter, slowly pressing my palm against his bicep.

His muscles feel amazing under the silk fabric.

"Dont terrorize my new boyfriend, Tia."
Jenny slides into the passenger seat and pinches his cheek.

I roll my eyes again.

Quincy sighs as I slowly grab his hand, intertwining our fingers.

"You okay?"
I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder.

He frowns.

"Yes."
He mutters, shifting a little.

"...Are you sure?"
I hesitate to ask.

"Never been more sure in my life."
He says seriously.

My throat closes up for some reason.