Chapter 93

We’ve been here for hours, and everyone, except me, is moderately drunk. Leila is wrapped around Hunter on his lap, and the pair haven’t stopped ogling and kissing one another since they sat down. We gave up trying to keep them in conversation ages ago. They only have eyes for each other tonight. The crazy aggressive nature of their relationship is completely missing, all gentle looks and caresses, and they seem so ridiculously in love. I guess there will be no bloody noses and bruised jaws when they finally get to a bed.

Jake has pulled me against him in a very possessive manner, arm looped casually around my neck, hand hanging loose in front of me. He’s been this way since he got here, constantly close.

A few more of Jake’s friends have joined us at the table, familiar faces from Arrick’s birthday. Sarah’s lost in conversation with two brunettes who keep ogling over Jake and Hunter, despite the men being very obviously attached to Leila and me.

Jake has spent the