Kingston’s full lips quirk. “There’s a reason for that.”
Yes. Yes, there is.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of saying that out loud, though. The last thing Kingston Davenport needs is for someone to feed his enormous ego. Instead, I stick my tongue out—adding a middle finger for good measure—but that only makes the jackass laugh.
My eyes narrow. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
I hold my thumb and pointer finger half an inch apart. “Just a little bit.”
His big body climbs over the center console and lands on the back seat.
I turn in my chair. “What are you
doing?”
Kingston reaches over and unbuckles my seat belt. “Don’t act surprised, Jazz. You’re the one who threw out the gauntlet.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” I’m pretty sure my tone couldn’t have possibly been loaded with more sass.
“I’m going to remind you that you like me a helluva lot more than ‘a little bit.’” He extends a hand. “Now, get your ass back here.”
If anyone asked, I’d deny it until I was blue in the face, but I’m reasonably sure no one has ever hopped into a back seat faster.
***
“Has Ainsley said anything about me lately?”
I smile up at Reed. “She says lots of things about you.”
While we’re walking down the busy hall, I can see him giving me the stink eye out of my peripheral. “Like what, specifically? Has she said anything about... ‘cause it seems like maybe you know...”
I prop my foot against a locker that’s adjacent to my last class of the day. I share the same class with Ainsley, so it’s pretty ballsy of him to be asking me this right now. She should be here any second. “Know about what?”
“About me. About being with me.”
I sigh. “Look, Reed. I’m not going to violate girl code, but let’s just say Ainsley is a happy girl. You make her very happy in all ways. If there’s anything else you want to know, you need to ask her.”
Reed looks unsure. “You genuinely mean that? She’s not weirded out?”
“Why would she be weirded out? Because you happened to think she has a really great ass? Anyone with eyes can see that.”
His green orbs widen. God, I love fucking with him.
“You do know.”
“Haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about, buddy.” I pat him on the cheek condescendingly.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Christ, I can see why Kingston’s so frustrated all the damn time.”
“Meh.” I shrug. “He may act like he hates it, but you and I both know that’s not true.”
His lips twitch. “Touché.”
“Hi, guys.”
Speaking of the woman of the hour...