Chapter 92

Jake slides in next to me, places two beers on the table, slides an arm around me, and joins in on watching

The Hunter and Leila Show.

“I told him to stop with the games and just talk to her, like a normal person; to stop acting like this was all some ‘casual see where it goes bullshit’ and just be honest with her,” he says huskily.

Games huh? Not so long ago, I knew a certain guy who was rather partial to our little games. That guy seems to have calmed down nowadays, though.

I warmly smile at him, receiving a kiss on the forehead as a reward before my eyes snap back to the couple that I really want to sort things out.

Leila tries to tug herself away again, but Hunter won’t let go. Her normal fire is absent despite her resistance, and she turns her body instead so that she can look away from him. He only steps closer, so he spoons her, his hand instantly moving to her hair, gently brushing it away as he leans in, saying something in her ear. His whole