Chapter 37 Drake

• I push myself away from the banister, Jude at my side, as we descend the stairs. Women stare but they don’t exist, nothing does when there is a fallen angel demanding all of my attention. Donny spots me first, saying silent prayers he’ll leave this place alive. As he should. We may be blood, but he messed with something that he knew he shouldn’t.
• Avery is closer now, her appearance coming into full view, and my heart stops. The white dress has a deep, scooped neckline, the valley between her breasts on display. It’s held together with thin straps, easily removed with a hard yank, to expose her to my touch and caresses. Silky material drapes across her body, the skirt ending mid thigh with a slit running up to her hip. The style accentuates her toned legs, that seem to go on for miles, and would wrap around me perfectly.
• She’s lost in her fun, head tilted back, laughing at whatever Davina is shouting over the roar of the crowd. They remain clueless to Jude and I’s presence at the edge of the dance floor, but it’s okay, it gives me more time to drink her in. The way she glistens underneath the light, or enjoy how her skin crinkles around her eyes when she smiles.