Page 62 of See You Maybe
James: Then I call dibs on the Spider.
Cami: Isn’t that a two-seater?
Luke: Yes. Why?
Cami: No reason.
Cara:
Cami: No.
Dahlia: Oh my god! ARE YOU GUYS HAVING A BABY.
James: Not today.
Luke: WTF
Cami: I’m not pregnant. Stop tormenting your family.
Cara: Declan
Luke: Declan
James: Declan
Declan: Shut the fuck up.
Cami: He lives!
Declan: I’m working. See you at Cara’s.
Declan swiped his thumb across his phone, setting the family group chat to do not disturb. He knew he’d given them a lot to talk about after the way he’d stormed out of the Crystal Gala with Olivia in his arms, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to say to them. Declan had never behaved like that in his entire life.
The desire to take care of Olivia, to protect her, had been impossible to resist. He hadn't thought… just reacted. Declan rubbed at his forehead.
It was a risk he probably shouldn’t have taken. But during the car ride to her hotel, when Olivia had smiled hazily up at him, Declan couldn’t bring himself to leave her. He could rationalize it was because she was so out of it she needed to be watched, but it didn’t explain why he’d held her hair back while she was sick. Or why he slipped his undershirt over her because he was worried she would be cold, or why he used her makeup wipe thingies to take off all of her makeup.
“Are you coming to bed this year?” Declan laughed from the bed. The door to the bathroom stood open, and he could see the tantalizing length of her long legs under his T-shirt as Rose stood, using some sort of cloth to take her makeup off.
“Two seconds. I just need to get this off.”
Declan flipped back the top of the coverlet as she tossed something in the trash can and turned to him with her glorious smile.
“You know, you’d save a lot of time if you didn’t wear makeup.”
Rose planted a knee on the bed and leaned toward him, her breasts hanging free in his shirt, her heavy, dark hair enveloping him in her rose scent.
“Still would have to wash my face. You don’t want me to be a gross old hag someday, do you?”
His heart twinged. “You’ll be the most beautiful one-hundred-year-old around,” he said, letting his brogue roll his Rs. Rose giggled as she straddled him, the heat of her against his cock drawing an instant response.
“It’s all about prevention,” she breathed before lowering her lips to his.
“Armstrong Electronics sent some questions,” Cecile said, striding into the temporary Atlanta offices. Declan grunted. He would have been surprised if they hadn’t.
Cecile hesitated, and Declan glanced up from the papers in front of him.
“Did you want them now?”