Lochlan flips them both off. “I think you look handsome.” I spear the two troublemakers with a mock glare, then bat my lashes at the man beside me. His smile is everything. It’s slow and magnetic, making my pulse race. He looks at Havok, his eyes flashing with pure, male satisfaction. “You hear that? Saylor thinks I’m handsome.” Lochlan grins, slipping his arm around my waist so he can pull me in.
