asked Maggie lowly.
She nodded, forcing a smile on her face. “I’m going to go see if Kyle needs some help with those drinks,” she said, pushing herself up and walking away. I watched her go before shooting Caden a look.
“What’d you say to her?”
He shrugged. “Nothing she doesn’t know already.”
Before I could inquire further, Jonathan slid into the empty seat next to me.
“Hey,” he said , turning toward me. “I hope this seat isn’t taken.” He brushed his hair away from his face and leveled those big blue eyes on me.
I shook my head and said playfully, “Nope. Saved just for you.”
His eyebrows rose and the corners of his lips turned up. “Don’t let Damien hear you say that.”
“What? Why?”
“I think you know why. You’re a smart girl,” he replied, taking a sip of his beer.
I had a feeling he was referring to Damien feeling possessive of me, which made me wonder what Damien had told Jonathan about last night.
“You don’t drink?” Jonathan asked , diverting my thoughts from backrooms and trembling limbs.
“No. I’m only nineteen.”
“Ah, Damien didn’t tell me that.”
“Damien’s talks about me?”
Jonathan peered at me from over the rim of his bottle. “Of course he does. I kind of feel like I know you.”
My cheeks flushed and I gazed at the table. “What does he say?’
“Now that, I couldn’t tell you,” he said mischievously and I felt my heart flip flop.
We sat in silence for a moment , my mind trying to figure out what Damien could have said about me, before Jonathan turned toward me, his eyes serious. “You’re good for him. Don’t let him push you away.”
My eyebrows rose at his unexpected comment. “Okay,” I said. It was all I could say when I had no clue what he meant.
Jonathan glanced over his shoulder and I followed his gaze. Damien was leaning over the bar, the back of his shirt riding up, exposing his inked skin.
“He hides behind all those tattoos and those dark moods, but he feels deeply. Don’t let him convince you otherwise. He doesn’t do casual.”
Jonathan’s openness had me opening up as well. “I had a feeling, but he doesn’t talk to me. I mean we don’t really know each other that well.”
“ That’s a surprise,” Jonathan said before adding, “You just got to give him a chance to open up. He likes you. I can tell. If you don’t give up on him, it will be worth it.”
I swallowed and met Jonathan’s gaze. “I don’t give up easily.” I knew I looked like a pushover, but no one knew that obstacles I had to overcome to actually move out of my parent’s house. If I could do that, I could do almost anything.
“He’ll try like hell to push you away. He’s way too private and it drives everyone crazy.” Jonathan warned as he took another sip of his beer. “You have to fight for him but I like you, so I’m going to help you in any way I can.”
I was glad Jonathan was my advocate and wanted me with Damien, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the one responsible for pulling him out of the dark shadows that followed him around. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to hold both of us up. I could barely support myself at the moment.
“You okay?” Damien’s voice pulled my eyes up from the table. He set a glass of Coke down in front of me and I wrapped my arms around the cool plastic.
“Yeah,” I replied, glancing over at Jonathan who was watching me intently. It was almost as if he were assessing me. I wondered if I had passed his test.
“What are you guys talking about?” Damien’s voice was suspicious. He eyed Jonathan who merely placed his arm across the back of my chair and took another sip of his beer.
“Just getting to know your girl,” he replied.
Damien’s cheeks flushed as he lowered himself across from me. His fingers tapped a rhythm on the beer bottle he was holding.
“I’m not his girl,” I explained, not wanting to hear Damien say it. My response only caused Damien
She nodded, forcing a smile on her face. “I’m going to go see if Kyle needs some help with those drinks,” she said, pushing herself up and walking away. I watched her go before shooting Caden a look.
“What’d you say to her?”
He shrugged. “Nothing she doesn’t know already.”
Before I could inquire further, Jonathan slid into the empty seat next to me.
“Hey,” he said , turning toward me. “I hope this seat isn’t taken.” He brushed his hair away from his face and leveled those big blue eyes on me.
I shook my head and said playfully, “Nope. Saved just for you.”
His eyebrows rose and the corners of his lips turned up. “Don’t let Damien hear you say that.”
“What? Why?”
“I think you know why. You’re a smart girl,” he replied, taking a sip of his beer.
I had a feeling he was referring to Damien feeling possessive of me, which made me wonder what Damien had told Jonathan about last night.
“You don’t drink?” Jonathan asked , diverting my thoughts from backrooms and trembling limbs.
“No. I’m only nineteen.”
“Ah, Damien didn’t tell me that.”
“Damien’s talks about me?”
Jonathan peered at me from over the rim of his bottle. “Of course he does. I kind of feel like I know you.”
My cheeks flushed and I gazed at the table. “What does he say?’
“Now that, I couldn’t tell you,” he said mischievously and I felt my heart flip flop.
We sat in silence for a moment , my mind trying to figure out what Damien could have said about me, before Jonathan turned toward me, his eyes serious. “You’re good for him. Don’t let him push you away.”
My eyebrows rose at his unexpected comment. “Okay,” I said. It was all I could say when I had no clue what he meant.
Jonathan glanced over his shoulder and I followed his gaze. Damien was leaning over the bar, the back of his shirt riding up, exposing his inked skin.
“He hides behind all those tattoos and those dark moods, but he feels deeply. Don’t let him convince you otherwise. He doesn’t do casual.”
Jonathan’s openness had me opening up as well. “I had a feeling, but he doesn’t talk to me. I mean we don’t really know each other that well.”
“ That’s a surprise,” Jonathan said before adding, “You just got to give him a chance to open up. He likes you. I can tell. If you don’t give up on him, it will be worth it.”
I swallowed and met Jonathan’s gaze. “I don’t give up easily.” I knew I looked like a pushover, but no one knew that obstacles I had to overcome to actually move out of my parent’s house. If I could do that, I could do almost anything.
“He’ll try like hell to push you away. He’s way too private and it drives everyone crazy.” Jonathan warned as he took another sip of his beer. “You have to fight for him but I like you, so I’m going to help you in any way I can.”
I was glad Jonathan was my advocate and wanted me with Damien, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to be the one responsible for pulling him out of the dark shadows that followed him around. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to hold both of us up. I could barely support myself at the moment.
“You okay?” Damien’s voice pulled my eyes up from the table. He set a glass of Coke down in front of me and I wrapped my arms around the cool plastic.
“Yeah,” I replied, glancing over at Jonathan who was watching me intently. It was almost as if he were assessing me. I wondered if I had passed his test.
“What are you guys talking about?” Damien’s voice was suspicious. He eyed Jonathan who merely placed his arm across the back of my chair and took another sip of his beer.
“Just getting to know your girl,” he replied.
Damien’s cheeks flushed as he lowered himself across from me. His fingers tapped a rhythm on the beer bottle he was holding.
“I’m not his girl,” I explained, not wanting to hear Damien say it. My response only caused Damien
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