paled a little. I felt Byron's on the edge of breaking down and laughing, and I couldn't blame him. Granted, when you see a badass looking guy with such a scar, the first thing that comes to your mind would be that said guy was some dangerous nut in a gang or something.
" London , is taken," Byron's voice grumbled, and Ryan's eyes locked on my face to assess me, like it'd be written on my forehead who's banging me. Such an idiot.
"Yeah, until she wants to suck someone else. I hear everything about her, man."
Byron released me, and I didn't like it. Not at all. Not when I saw his so clear blue eyes darkening with an anger I saw once when he was a breath away from strangling one of his friends.
Byron's white t-shirt stretched as his muscles flexed more than before. He closed the space between him and Ryan, not caring one bit of the height difference , and at the moment, I couldn't see it with all the strength Byron was exuding. I hugged myself, not sure what to do now that I unleashed this.
"I hate it when someone makes a move on my girl."
Ryan swallowed loudly, but bravely kept his ground. "I knew her before you did, and since you're not married, she's fair game."
"Not in my world. I'm a soldier , and in my book, when a girl is taken, she's fucking taken ."
"I … But … I didn't know so there's no harm. Right?" he said, both hands up in surrender. He wasn't looking at me anymore.
"Stay away from her," Byron replied very slowly. “I mean it. Got it?’’
Ryan's eyes widened some more, and he nodded, barely glancing my way before he left like a coward. He even looked back twice to be sure he wasn't being followed. Scowling at his retreating back, all the tension left my body, making my muscles turn all sluggish.
Without a word, we started walking back to the parking lot.
"I deserve a back rub," Byron said, breaking the silence, and my wandering thoughts. I had always seen Ryan as a strong guy, but right then, the myth crumbled. I wasn't sure what to think about it.
I shook my head and frowned. "What? Why?"
He bumped my shoulder with his, all playful. "Weren't you there just minutes ago? That tool was about to piss his pants."
I rolled my eyes at his macho talk. He was such a guy. "Oh , please."
He halted my steps and stopped us in the middle of the parking lot as some cars were driving past us, honking , and people flipped us the middle finger. "Bridge, he turned green when I told him I'm a soldier and that I hate it when a guy made a move on my girl. So fucking fun." He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself," I mumbled, but I was secretly mesmerized by his face. He was always gorgeous but right now, as his eyes were laughing and his plump lips were turned up . His whole face was a light in a way I rarely saw. I could see the guy I was sure he was before he went to Afghanistan.
"Hey, you asked me to help you. What's going on , now?" His smile was fast disappearing, replaced by some kind of annoyance I could only understand.
I waved him off and started walking again. I weaved between the cars parked and bumped my hip into a side mirror. His car was just at the end of this parking lot. Why did he park so far away? I pushed away my long bangs from my sweaty forehead.
"Bridge," he called me as he ran to catch up with me, his voice bearing his threat, a threat I was sure he would execute if I didn't talk.
I sighed and shrugged with a frustration I wasn't used to. "It's just weird. I was in love with this guy for years. Years! And not only did he use me, made me believe he cared about me for months when I was in high school, but I now also realize that he's a real pussy."
He choked on his laugh. "You didn't just say that."
I frowned at him and pursed my lips. "So what?"
"Fuck. Sometimes you do sound like a dude," he said in some mix between awe and amusement. He fished his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car.
"What did you expect me to say?"
He opened his door
" London , is taken," Byron's voice grumbled, and Ryan's eyes locked on my face to assess me, like it'd be written on my forehead who's banging me. Such an idiot.
"Yeah, until she wants to suck someone else. I hear everything about her, man."
Byron released me, and I didn't like it. Not at all. Not when I saw his so clear blue eyes darkening with an anger I saw once when he was a breath away from strangling one of his friends.
Byron's white t-shirt stretched as his muscles flexed more than before. He closed the space between him and Ryan, not caring one bit of the height difference , and at the moment, I couldn't see it with all the strength Byron was exuding. I hugged myself, not sure what to do now that I unleashed this.
"I hate it when someone makes a move on my girl."
Ryan swallowed loudly, but bravely kept his ground. "I knew her before you did, and since you're not married, she's fair game."
"Not in my world. I'm a soldier , and in my book, when a girl is taken, she's fucking taken ."
"I … But … I didn't know so there's no harm. Right?" he said, both hands up in surrender. He wasn't looking at me anymore.
"Stay away from her," Byron replied very slowly. “I mean it. Got it?’’
Ryan's eyes widened some more, and he nodded, barely glancing my way before he left like a coward. He even looked back twice to be sure he wasn't being followed. Scowling at his retreating back, all the tension left my body, making my muscles turn all sluggish.
Without a word, we started walking back to the parking lot.
"I deserve a back rub," Byron said, breaking the silence, and my wandering thoughts. I had always seen Ryan as a strong guy, but right then, the myth crumbled. I wasn't sure what to think about it.
I shook my head and frowned. "What? Why?"
He bumped my shoulder with his, all playful. "Weren't you there just minutes ago? That tool was about to piss his pants."
I rolled my eyes at his macho talk. He was such a guy. "Oh , please."
He halted my steps and stopped us in the middle of the parking lot as some cars were driving past us, honking , and people flipped us the middle finger. "Bridge, he turned green when I told him I'm a soldier and that I hate it when a guy made a move on my girl. So fucking fun." He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Glad you enjoyed yourself," I mumbled, but I was secretly mesmerized by his face. He was always gorgeous but right now, as his eyes were laughing and his plump lips were turned up . His whole face was a light in a way I rarely saw. I could see the guy I was sure he was before he went to Afghanistan.
"Hey, you asked me to help you. What's going on , now?" His smile was fast disappearing, replaced by some kind of annoyance I could only understand.
I waved him off and started walking again. I weaved between the cars parked and bumped my hip into a side mirror. His car was just at the end of this parking lot. Why did he park so far away? I pushed away my long bangs from my sweaty forehead.
"Bridge," he called me as he ran to catch up with me, his voice bearing his threat, a threat I was sure he would execute if I didn't talk.
I sighed and shrugged with a frustration I wasn't used to. "It's just weird. I was in love with this guy for years. Years! And not only did he use me, made me believe he cared about me for months when I was in high school, but I now also realize that he's a real pussy."
He choked on his laugh. "You didn't just say that."
I frowned at him and pursed my lips. "So what?"
"Fuck. Sometimes you do sound like a dude," he said in some mix between awe and amusement. He fished his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car.
"What did you expect me to say?"
He opened his door
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