(Crescent's POV)After another hour, I recovered enough to sit up. Smoke took that as a sign to make a move—pressing his lips against mine while sliding a hand up my inner thigh.
"Wait!" I shouted. He paused, but I could see the pout on his face."Your phone's been off all day… don't you need to contact your friends or something?"I clearly have no friends outside of his brother, and I only work occasionally. What I meant was… unlike me, he has a life.
"Oh yeah."
He moved away from me, found his phone under our pile of clothes, turned it on, made a few calls, sent some texts, and finally took a selfie to post. Instantly, his page was flooded with comments—mostly compliments. One accused him of posting a thirst trap, but it sounded playful. They were clearly friends.
I'm familiar with this feeling... jealousy.
After that, he tossed his phone aside and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from under his bed. I gasped."You smoke?!"
He laughed and turned to me. "Yeah."
