“December? What the fuck,” Knight growled, jerking the thing away from her. This girl was bold because without her paper, she started punching at his arm with her fists. This only amused Knight, his anger leaving completely when this girl clearly wasn’t hurting him at all. This only enraged her more, and she launched at him to which Royal finally stepped in and pulled her back by the hips.
“Okay, okay,” Royal crooned, tucking her back into his chest. He had to secure her limbs, laughing the whole time. “I think he’s learned his lesson, babe.”
“Has he?” She reached for him again, but Royal turned her around.
He touched her cheek with a finger. “How about we talk to him? Get his side?”
“What side? He yelled at a girl.” Her dark eyes fire, she shot a look in my direction. “He yell at you?”
Wanting to stay the fuck out of this, I backed away, all intention of fleeing the room, but Knight neither entertained that or let me. He tucked me behind him, his hand rested softly on my hip as he put out another and attempted to talk this December down.
Standing there, their exchange back and forth, I only watched Knight, felt that heat of his hand on my hip. I cradled his bicep, and his attention stole from the conversation entirely.
It shifted to me, his smile a subtle but present one, and I think it took a second for us both to realize December had stopped yelling. We panned together to the other side of the room, and December was doing the funniest thing. Her hand was on Royal, all dreamy and doe-eyed as she stared at Knight and me.
Merely chuckling in response, Royal dropped an arm around December. He leaned into her. “Seems like they worked it out.”
I had no idea what we’d worked out. I had no idea what we were fucking doing, but for whatever reason I heated up as Knight laced his fingers with mine. Once there, he tugged me even closer before jerking a chin at Royal.“You still good at making omelets?”
“Vegan ones, yeah,” December cut in. Chuckling herself, she looped her arms around Royal’s waist. “But I guess he’s good at the other kind too.”
As it turned out the vegan omelets had been for December. I guessed she was a vegan. It was at this point I actually had to admit I wasn’t vegetarian because the boys started making up bacon for themselves to go with the eggs, and hell if I was missing out on that.
“Figured,” was all Knight said before dashing that sexy-as-fuck smile at me. The presence immediately caused me to stare at his ass when he turned around, his athletic shorts hugging his firm and muscular butt, and noticing me, December waved in Royal’s direction. Her eyebrows danced. “Believe me. You’ll get used to it.”
Her own attention drifted across Royal’s backside, and the pair of us laughed, getting more than curious looks from both boys.
December waved her hand again. “Don’t worry about us. Please continue.”
Royal merely rolled his eyes while Knight stuck his tongue out a little, so playful when he usually wasn’t. I liked this side of him, definitely more relaxed. He and Royal continued to make breakfast, and when Royal finished December’s vegan omelet with some egg substitute the frat had, Knight plated it, then handed it off to her.
“Vegan omelet for Her Majesty.” He bowed to her, his hands together in prayer, and she swiped the magazine again. It lodged straight as his head when she threw it, and growling, he started to take that plate back. “Try that again and—”
“Don’t fucking yell at my girl.” Royal smacked Knight’s arm with the back of his hand, the two bros chuckling. Knight returned December’s plate before bouncing eyebrows at me and bending his big body over the counter. “Good, little dove?”
He’d actually made the whole omelet himself, and I nodded, taking another bite. “I suppose it’s all right. Could use a little something, though.”
“Like class,” December finished for me, and I smiled. I think I might like this girl, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up to these big guys.
Knight pointed at her. “Don’t fucking teach her things.”
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” I said, agreeing, and his eyebrows launched clear up his face. I smiled. “But then again maybe I like my eggs with a little bit of brute.”
I had no idea where that had come from, but I’d been brave enough to say it, tease him. Whatever the case, he didn’t hate it, winking at me before going back to the skillet with Royal.
December moved in. “I think you’ll fit in just fine,” she said. “The trick is to hold your own. If you do, they back off.”
“I said don’t fucking teach her things.” Knight’s dark eyebrows descended like storm clouds. “She already has enough of a mouth on her.” His eyes softened at me. “But maybe I like a little mouth with my eggs.”
This exchange caused Royal to shift his body around, shaking his head at the pair of us before dropping his arm around December. Knight said before we came downstairs the pair was engaged, and I pretty much confirmed now it was probably her clothes Knight had given me. He’d called these two for help, to help himself, yeah, but they’d also given something to me.
There was so much about that day that still confused me, but at the moment, I found myself hard-pressed to ask. Things seemed, I don’t know, weirdly normal, and Knight didn’t scare me like he probably should. That probably had something to do with the
