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“Cassidee?” I called out when we got closer.
She spun around, her eyes lighting as she saw me, and then she walked over to me and hugged me while saying, “Hey, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
Returning her hug I said, “I know. I’ve been busy with school and volunteering at the hospital.”
“All the while avoiding someone,” Lena said while using a cough to mask her words.
Therefore, I elbowed her in the stomach.
And if I didn’t know that Oliver and I were never going to work from his butt plug of a self, it would have been proven even more true when he looked both Lena and Cassidee up and down. Hunger in his eyes.
Tank never did that.
It didn’t matter where we had been, or what we were doing.
It was something I noticed when I was around fourteen or fifteen. If I was near him or in his general vicinity, he didn’t even notice other women.
Speaking of Tank, again, today was the day that I planned on talking to him. To finally get the story from him and pray with all my might that what I think happened, didn’t.
Hearing Oliver’s voice ask what he did next, to smack him, “Are you going to introduce me?”
I wasn’t planning on it truthfully, and thankfully, I didn’t have to.
Because someone had also noticed the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her.
“You don’t need to know her name. Not when you have a woman at your side,” Thank god for Clip.
Oh, I could kiss that big man on the cheek.
And I almost did because Cassidee’s cheeks flamed a bright pink.
“Come on, I’m hungry,” I told Oliver and then headed for the food table.
And I could have sworn I heard him say, “Thank god you love food.”
I knew he had to be referring to my body.
For some reason, as we passed some civilians, ones that had turned their heads to watch me walk by, I felt Oliver place his hand on the smile of my back, and from the corner of my eye, I saw his chest puff out.
Seriously?
He was going to act like a fucking peacock.
Especially after he had reacted to Cassidee like that?
I freaking hated this. Hated having his hands on me. Hated feeling like my heart was breaking.
Christ. How many more times would it continue to do so?
Lena had caught back up to us, she had stopped to talk to someone she knew.
When we reached the tables, I didn’t even have to look up to see who had materialized near me.
Not when I heard, “Raine, you're looking good.”
Without looking up from my plate that I was filling, I muttered, “Thanks.”
My heart and soul called out to me to slam my body into his.
