And those two look right at me and instantly look at each other.
They both smile.
Then they both lean toward each other and begin to whisper.
I’m anHeir.
They’re justThorns.
I remind myself of that.
Now, what kind ofHeiram I?
I’m not exactly sure.
Cullen walks around the counter to get me and him a drink.
Brianna makes the first move.
She grabs his left arm.
She slides her hand along his bicep, cutting under the sleeve of his shirt.
I know what Cullen’s biceps feel like.
Fucking Brianna should not know this.
Then Ava touches Cullen’s chest.
She pretends to trip over nothing and uses Cullen as a way to balance herself.
These two cunts are all over Cullen.
And they figure he’s going to wrap his arms around them both and lead them out of the kitchen to a bedroom.
Cullen nudges his elbows to shoo them off like they’re annoying flies at a summer barbecue.
Except Brianna and Ava are like fucking ticks.
Desperate to latch on and ruin your life.
Cullen gets two drinks and Ava tries to bump into him, wanting to spill one of the drinks on his shirt.
I make fists and slam them on the counter.
“I will drown you in the punch bowl,” I warn Ava.
“What?” Ava asks.
“Ew, you’re so violent,” Brianna says.
“Where are yourSavages?” I ask.
“We prefer something bigger,” Ava says. She glances at Cullen. “Are the rumors true about you.”
She then looks down.
I’m about to ready to jump over the counter.