“That isn’t the fucking point.” I drop my hands and glare at him. “And the song comment?”
His mouth curves. “What about it?”
“You made it sound like we already fucked to it.”
“Not yet.” He leans in, smug as hell. “But now that I’ve heard the build, I’ve got plans.”
My stomach flips.
Revel’s thumb drags slowly over my hip. “Next time it drops, I’ll show you exactly why it’s the perfect song for it.”
I smack his chest, but there’s no heat behind it now because the excitement is starting to take over everything else.
“Okay, but did that really just happen?” I ask.
His whole expression softens, the jealousy fading into something warm and proud. “Yeah, Mama. That just fucking happened.”
“Oh my God.”
I put my drink down before I spill it and press both hands to my face again.
“I got Sol Fuego.”
“You got Sol Fuego.”
A laugh breaks out of me, half shocked, half losing my mind.
Then Revel catches me around the waist when I practically launch myself at him.
And this time, I let him.
His hands stay at my waist.
For one second, I forget the crowd. The secret. Every rule I made two minutes ago.
There is no teasing in his face now. He looks genuinely proud of me, and that feels more dangerous than every filthy thing he said in his bedroom.
“You did that,” he says. “Nobody handed you shit. You got yourself there, Mama.”
My chest goes tight.
“Ay, don’t make me emotional in the club. My makeup is too expensive.”
He smiles and brushes his thumb over my side. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I become painfully aware of his hands again and step back before someone else notices.
I grab my drink. “Come on. Let’s get back to them before they send a search party.”
We head back toward the others, and the second Bexley sees my face, she grabs both my arms.
“What happened?”
“I got offered Sol Fuego.”
The scream that comes out of Bexley turns half the heads around us.
Within seconds, everyone closes in. Echo throws her arms around me, Bexley starts jumping, and Sayshen nearly spills his drink trying to celebrate and hug me at the same time.