Fuck.
“Hey, don’t. I want you, and I’m not giving you up. It won’t be like this for long, I promise.”
“Do you want to cool things until we’re ready to tell him?” she asks.
I should want that. It makes sense; it’s the right thing to do.
I shake my head. “I’m not good at selflessness when it comes to being with you. You’re still my girl.”
“Neither am I. So, we’re okay?”
“We’ll always be okay.”
“Hey, motherfuckers, tequila!” Cooper shouts, raising his hands above his head.
The table cheers, and a few people get up.
“Cooper, where is your top?” Texas asks.
He frowns and looks down, like he’s unsure. “Oh, yeah. I need to get that back.” He turns on his heel and stalks off toward the toilets.
Tex turns her nose up and gives me a look. “I don’t even want to know.”
“You’re probably going to on the way home.”
“You drunk, Milo?” Tex asks as he stands and sways.
“Not yet, babycakes, but that can be rectified, right?”
“Oh, definitely. I’m so up for getting wasted tonight.”
I cheer inwardly. Drunk Texas all over me later is exactly what I need to get this guilt off my mind for a while.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” He turns around and grabs two tequilas. He hands them to me and Tex and takes another for himself.
I chuck the tequila back and slam the glass on the table.
Texas is wincing as she stacks her glass on top of mine. “Jesus, I hate that stuff.”
“Why drink it?” Milo asks.
She glares. “Why not?”
“Point taken.”
“I got my top,” Cooper says proudly, holding it up. He pulls it over his head and necks a shot. “This song is awesome.”
It’s a remix of Snow Patrol’s “Run.” The original is one of Tex’s favourites. Her back straightens, and her eyes widen in recognition.
She looks between me, Milo, and Coop. “I want to dance. Who’s coming?”
“You’ll be coming if you give me a second,” Coop says, lifting his pale eyebrow.
Clenching my fists on my lap, I take a deep breath. Fucker.
“Hilarious, but rock stars just don’t do it for me,” she shoots back.
I slowly turn my head. The fuck is she on?
Her mouth twitches with the effort of keeping a straight face.
“Lies, Texy baby. Come on, let’s dance!” Cooper takes her by the hand and pulls her.
She falls on the table, laughing.
I’d help but it’s funny.
“Coop, you crazy twat!” she squeals.
He reaches down, grips her around the waist, pulls her right over the table, and sets her on the floor.
“I would’ve walked around!” she says.
He chuckles. “I wanted to take you over the top.”
I watch Coop take my girl to the VIP dance floor, and Milo drops himself in the chair next to mine. He stares at me.
“What?” I growl before draining the last of my SoCo.
“You good, man?” He’s smug as fuck.
“Yep. Why?”
“You’re loved up.”
“Are you fucking twelve?”
He laughs. “No. Is it going well?”
“It’s going well.”
“But…” he prompts, frowning and scratching the dark stubble on his jaw. “You’re not thinking of breaking things off with her, are you?”
He loves Texas, too, but in a very different way. Better be different anyway. He would also be in line to fucking castrate me if I ever hurt her. No one needs to worry.
“No.”
“You’re sure? Because if you’re not, you have to end this now. You can’t play around with her. She’s not practice.”
I get his warning, but he’s pissing me off.
Gritting my teeth, I glare and lean closer. “She’s my forever.”
“All right,” he replies, lifting his hands in surrender. “Gotcha. I used to have a forever. Now, I just have booze and women.”
“Milo, if you miss her, do something.”
He shakes his head. “She’s the past.”
Yeah, right.
“Which one is more me?” he asks, pointing out two girls at the bar.
“The brunette.”
“You didn’t even look.”
“Neither did you. It doesn’t matter, Milo, because you’ll wake up in the morning and still want Lexi.”
“You, sir, are a prick.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Sort it out. You still love her.”
“Whatever. You love Texas.”
More and more with every passing second.
TEXAS
FRIDAY, MAY 15
MADRID, SPAIN
We’re in Madrid, and since the club in Berlin, I’ve barely seen Kitt. We’ve rain checked our rain check because he’s been so busy.