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Chapter Sixteen
Rebel
“Go get dressed, little bird, I’m taking you out,” I say, giving Raven a heated look as she turns to me from the movie we’re watching together. “Wear something nice.”
She groans and settles back further into the cushions.
“Nope. Not moving.”
“Come on, princess,” I cajole.
“Reb, I’m not going out.”
“Why not?”
“Because Phoenix—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“You went out with Ace.” I pout. I remember that she used to love it when I did that shit. I happen to think I look damn good when I do.
“To the supermarket,” she points out. “It was hardly going out out.”
“He said it was a date.”
“We got groceries. Gotta eat.” She shakes her head.
I spoke to Ace about their little outing. Despite Ace’s insistence that it was a date, it really wasn’t. Though he did admit to kissing her. Which is fine, but now it’s my turn.
I watched them once they returned home and started baking together. Ace would find any excuse to keep Raven by his side. Mostly with kisses. It’s like a dam has broken and he can no longer hold his affection back. I’m not complaining at all, I just want a turn.
I know what Ace was trying to do: distract her. I’m sure anyone watching us would wonder how we’re able to smile and kiss and fool around when Phoenix has been ripped from us – not to mention what Thorn told me happened with Jax – but we’re just trying to take every opportunity to remind Raven that we’re sorting it, that life goes on. We won’t let her beat herself up. But that’s easier said than done.
“Fine. We need to eat. So I’m taking you out for food.”
“Can’t we just get takeout?”
“Would you pick it up from the restaurant?” I counter.
“Yes. If they didn’t deliver.” She frowns and it really is adorable.
“Good. So we’ll go somewhere they don’t deliver. Or do takeout. Just put some goddamn clothes on little bird and let me take you somewhere nice.”
Knowing that there’s no way I’m going to let this go, she sighs and gets to her feet.
“Fine. Give me an hour to get ready.”
I give her my signature triumphant, shit-eating grin which makes her huff. She looks like she wants to hit me, but I guess she decides to play nice if I’m taking her out. Even if she doesn’t want to go.
Once she’s ready, which takes way longer than an hour, she comes downstairs to where I’m waiting for her in the hallway. Absentmindedly, I lick my lips as I check her out. She looks goddamn hot in a tight fitting short black dress, her hair in loose waves cascading down her back. Her hair has always turned me on, and I’m so glad that she’s kept it long all these years. I can’t wait to wrap it round my fist as I sink into her.
I’ve changed into dark denim jeans and a dark blue button up shirt, and styled my hair with some product. I don’t look bad, but from the way her eyes heat up as she drinks me in, I’d say she likes the view.
“Ready, princess?” I ask, my heated gaze still checking her out. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a proper date – if that’s what this is – that I have no idea what the etiquette is, but I’m pretty sure that mauling her before we even get to the restaurant is frowned upon.
Minx that she is, she sashays towards me on impossibly high stilettos that make her legs go on for days, a playful smirk on her lips.
“Do I look nice?”
“Hell yeah!” I swallow thickly, mentally telling my dick down boy!
