Page 252 of Playing Dirty
Neither of us moved right away.
Again.
Jesus Christ.
“You two seriously need to either hook up or fistfight,” Tessa announced behind us.
Rowan laughed suddenly.
Right there against me.
And that tiny laugh completely ruined whatever sanity I had left.
Because now she looked up smiling a little—
and I had the incredibly stupid urge to kiss her.
Actual, real urge.
Not abstract attraction.
Not tension.
Kiss her.
Right here.
Right now.
Shit.
Forty One
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ROWAN
Mason was still holding me.
Not dramatically.
Not romance-movie style.
Just solid hands on my waist while the entire rooftop kept turning into drunk chaos around us.
Someone yelled near the fight again.
Security shoved through the crowd.
Music still blasted like nobody was getting thrown out in the next ten minutes.
And somehow my full attention was stuck on the fact that Mason’s thumbs moved slightly against my sides before he seemed to realize what he was doing.
His jaw tightened immediately after.
Yep.
He noticed too.
