Smirking, Jonas brings his hand back up above the table, though he doesn’t bother moving away from me. My stomach drops when I realize his fingers still glisten. With his opposite hand, Jonas grabs his champagne, lifting it in the direction of my parents, who don’t seem to have been paying attention to us until now. “To new discoveries,” Jonas says, pinning Preston with a solemn look, before raising his free hand and sucking on the tips of his fingers. Sucking me off of him. “And delicious brunches.”
