Chapter 23. Lack Of Self Control

Olivia POV

“You got a wild one last night, Colt,” Dean said, while helping me up the airstairs.

“What?” Colt paused, turning at the head of the stairs.

Samantha’s face appears behind him on the jet, curious.

“That’s some passionate mark you've got there,” Dean said, and my heart jumped before I even looked up.

And sure enough, there was the evidence of my lack of self-control last night, my impulsive bitchiness, all over Colt.

Bloody hell. 

Why could he not just be refined and more elegant? If he bothered to wear a shirt, no one would see all that.

Colt laughed now, and I winced at the relief in Dean’s eyes. 

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