I held Roland’s hand as I stepped off Donut, and he quickly pulled me to his side, the action startling me. The corner of his lip raised as he grazed my ear with his lips. “I can’t wait to get you alone,” he murmured. I shoved him with my hips, a smile creeping over my face. “That is if this goes well. Don’t get your hopes up.” He chuckled, then began to stroll away. His brown hair had grown shaggier the past weeks, and despite the fact we all needed showers, I wanted to run my fingers through it. I hated how attracted I was to the bastard.
