“It’s about damn time you know your place,” Kieran says, moving my hair over my shoulder. “You’re the fucking queen of Whispered Words, understand? And next time, knock her teeth loose,” he chuckles, kissing the side of my lips. Callum’s face blooms red, and he shyly takes my hand, squeezing our fingers together. “You’re-you’re the queen, Little Star.” His eyes drop to the pavement, fluttering, his long lashes fanning his cheek. “Now, let’s pack up our shit, and then let’s go take a ride,” Asher smirks knowingly, cocking his head. “You’d like a ride or four, right, Little Brat?”
