Page 76 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

I wait.

“I’m not apologizing for that,” he mutters.

“I didn’t ask you to.” I find myself leaning closer to him. “I don’t like people staring at me.”

“You don’t like men staring at you,” he clarifies.

“Nope,” I say, sighing. “I’d pass on all types of attention.”

He rolls his eyes. “You better get used to it.”

After that, we lapse back into silence. Besides the uncomfortable quiet around us, and the glances in my direction, it’s easy to block it out and enjoy the second half of the game.

That is, until Theo catches sight of someone.

“Shit,” Caleb growls. He looks back at Eli, who’s two rows up.

They’ve both straightened in their seats.

“Who is he—”

Theo rips off his helmet, stalking across the grass.

Caleb’s hand twitches against my shoulder.

“Are you going to stop him? He’s going to murder someone.”

“Not this time,” Caleb answers.

Eli hasn’t moved, either.

I wince when Theo grabs a girl from the sidelines, her camera falling to the ground. He gets in her face, his face a smooth mask of fury. And then he shoves her back toward her friends, and stalks away.

“Well, that could’ve gone worse,” Eli calls.

Caleb chuckles.

“How could that have gone worse?” I whisper. I watch the girl get lifted to her feet.

He tilts his head toward me. “Yeah. He could’ve done a lot worse.” He shrugs. “He probably wanted to.”

I meet his gaze. “What happens next?”

“With what?”

“Us.”

He smirks. “You’re admitting to us, then?”

I shift. “Seems inevitable.”

“We are.” He grabs my hand, raising it to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles, then sets it back on my lap. But he doesn’t let go.

Butterflies erupt in my belly. It’s easy to let Caleb hold my hand and pretend we’re two nice people who happen to be dating.

We are the furthest thing from nice.

“Relax,” he murmurs.