Before lunch, Faye wanted to talk to Juice, after all, she had promised him yesterday to talk to him - but she hadn't wanted to leave Jay alone again. She parked her car in front of his apartment, went up the stairs and rang the doorbell. When Juice opened the door for her, she clearly realized how mad he was.
"Sorry about last night, I didn't want to leave Jay alone," she said with a sigh, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind her.
"It's okay, Leonie came talking to me," he said with a nod and walked into the kitchen with Faye, where they both sat on the windowsill.
"Why did you cheat on Grace, Juice? Do you have any idea what you did to her? Man, I can understand you, but couldn't you have just talked to her again before you let some croweater blow you?" Frowning, she looked at her best friend. She was sorry for how shitty he felt, but he was the one who chose to get a blow job by another woman. "Can any of you Sons stay faithful?" she added, putting a cigarette between her lips.
"Man, I was overwhelmed with the situation, it felt like she just didn't want me. I know it was a mistake, a stupid one, but how many times should I apologize ? The croweater meant nothing to me, you know how it works!"
In his justification, the redhead sighed softly and blew out the smoke, which briefly formed a small white cloud of smoke around her. "Of course she wants you. Well, wanted, no idea if that's still the case. But at least you know that it was a mistake. Did you talk again?" Curious, she looked over at him, hoping that the two had reconciled again, which was probably not the case with Juice's sad yet angry face.
"We did, at first it went very well considering what had happened, but then we argued even worse than yesterday. Isn't it enough that I give up sex for her? That I want to wait until she feels like it someday? And now she demands that we don't even kiss for weeks. That is not a relationship, Faye. I love her, but I can't do it that way." His first firm, angry voice became more and more fragile in the end, and it hurt her to see him that way.
"Juan... you were her first boyfriend, she gave you everything except sex. I think it just hurt her incredibly when she saw the woman in your room. And to be honest, you should be glad she even gave you a chance to explain - I couldn't do it if my boyfriend cheated on me. Of course it's annoying that you seem to have to live like a saint or a monk, I couldn't, but I've never seen a woman so important to you, maybe you should just try it. Or you leave it, but don't play with her feelings. That's up to you now." With a gentle smile, she stroked his cheek and leaned against his shoulder.
Sighing, he put an arm around her, his head resting on hers. "I don't know what to do, but I know that I want her... and need her."
For the next few minutes the two just sat there quietly. It was really a difficult situation and no one really knew what else to say.
. . .
Grace's sadness had turned into anger now. She needed an outlet, she wasn't used to anger at all, but she had no idea how. She had two more hours before she had to work. After contemplating what to do for some time, she chose to go to Adrian's, because she had a feeling he would always understand her better than Faye, especially because she was mad at her best friend. She knocked at his door, breathing in and out heavily while Juice's words kept spinning through her head. Had he always been such an asshole? Had he really believed that promising her that it wouldn't happen again because he'd decided he found her more important than sex, would be enough to forgive him? That she would just smile and hug and kiss him, because she was so happy that he had drawn that conclusion in a completely wrong way? Did he regret at all what he had done? He clearly couldn't live with a punishment, should she just swallow his shit, being happy that he wanted her? Was that what old ladies set apart from normal girlfriends? Who did he think he was, telling her what she should and shouldn't do to make peace with what he had done? Her blood almost started to boil, and she was sure she would have kicked the door if Adrian hadn't swung it open right at that moment.
Adrian opened the door and looked right into Grace's face - and something was definitely going on with her. "What's wrong?" he asked worried, he didn't even say hello first. Gently, he dragged her inside and closed the door. He was pretty sure it had something to do with Juice, otherwise she wouldn't look so upset.
Suddenly Grace felt very small and she dropped her eyes. "I feel so stupid," she whispered. "I really thought that we had chance. But he - he cheated on me and I can't even be mad at him, according to him." Her lips quivered, but this time the tears stayed at bay.
Adrian sighed deeply, running his hands over his face. He had never said something bad about this guy because he knew how much he meant to Grace, but it had been a matter of time before something like this would happen. "He really cheated on a girl like you? I'm sorry, but he's stupid then." Slowly, he pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.
Grace blinked the tears away as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding him tight. "Why can't I just fall in love with someone like you? Why with someone who is the complete opposite of me, who just... can't love someone?"
"Don't we always fall in love with people we shouldn't?" he asked quietly, leading her to his couch and sitting down with her. His arms were still around the girl. "I still can't believe he did that."
"Me neither," she sighed. "We had an argument, it wasn't even that heavy, and when I had cooled down outside I wanted to talk this out and then this girl came out of his room." She stared at her knees. It wasn't even that part that hurt her the most, it was mainly the fact that he thought that saying sorry and making promises would be enough. She leaned into him. "Can we... just not talk about it right now? I have to work in less than two hours, I really need to... pull myself back together."
Adrian listened to her. The only thing he could do was shaking his head. "You don't deserve this..." he muttered, stroking her back up and down. "Of course, let's talk about something else then. Is there anything special you wanna talk about?" Adrian wasn't sure what would help her the most right now, but he didn't want to see her so sad because of this guy.
"No... I just... want you to hold me," she muttered. "I just don't wanna be alone right now."
"Okay, I will," he assured her. There was nothing else he'd wanted to do at the moment.
. . .
Grace felt emotionally exhausted when she came home later that night. Adrian had tried to comfort her as best as he could, but there really wasn't a way to make her feel better right now. She glanced at her phone, deep inside hoping for a text from Juice, but there was none. Of course there was none. It was over between them.
"Hey, what's going on?" her father asked as she sat down at the table for dinner. "You look... horrible."
Grace bent her head. "You were right about him," she whispered. "He did hurt me." She peeked at her mom. "The news will probably make your day, but we broke up."
"Why?" her father asked. He hadn't been too happy about her relationship, but he had seen the love that existed between the two which had made it easier to accept it.
"I wasn't the only girl he liked," she muttered. It wasn't true, she knew the other girl had meant nothing to him, but she felt too ashamed about the real reason: that he had just cheated on her without having feelings for someone else - just because he needed a distraction for his frustration that she didn't want to make out in public.
"I don't wanna talk about it," she whispered. "I've cried enough for today."
"I'm sorry, I really am..." Her father covered her hand with his and squeezed.
Grace stared her plate. Her mother said nothing, but she could feel what she was thinking: 'I told you'.
. . .
Chibs saw his younger brother sit at the bar, a whisky in his hand, staring forward. He obviously wasn't happy. He sat down on the stool next to him and slapped his shoulder. "Saw the girl cryin' last night," he said, sensing that his friend needed someone to talk to. If he couldn't vent, he'd be in his head for far too long and although Faye was usually helping him to pull through, he hadn't seen the girl today. "Didn't wanna become yer old lady?"
Juice turned his head to the side, looking at Chibs. "I don't know, but I'm sure she won't become my old lady anymore," he muttered and emptied his glass. "Guess I have to live with that."
Chibs raised his eyebrows. "Why's that? You two looked pretty in love last night."
"Well, things changed." He turned around the glass in his hand, squeezing it so hard that it could break anytime. "I cheated on her... we talked about it today, wasn't the best idea."
Chibs was so surprised that he didn't even know what to answer. "Why?" he eventually just asked. "You weren't that drunk, right?"
"No, I wasn't. I was frustrated as hell and didn't think twice," he growled softly, mad at himself. "I'm a man, I need this shit... but I also need her."
"You need what? A harem?" he chuckled. "You know that's the opposite of having an old lady huh?"
He raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Whatever. I don't even know what I want or need. I mean, what would you do in my situation?"
"Hmm..." Chibs took a drink from a prospect and turned towards the young man. "Maybe you should first explain what your situation is."
"Would you give up sex and everything else, even kissing, for weeks, well, the sex until you're married, because you love that person?" he sighed, looking him in the eye. Juice really wanted to know what he'd do.
It took some time before Chibs realized what the problem was. "She wants to stay a virgin until her wedding night?"
Juice nodded, sighing.
"Damn... Didn't know these people still existed." He was silent for a while. "Well, you're not that long together, so it's not a real surprise she wants to wait, right? I mean... didn't you know that before you started... this?" He chuckled briefly. "Not that I'd be the best in waiting. I wouldn't even have started something with a girl like that. How's that not gonna be boring?"
Juice thought about his words for a while before he answered again. "I knew it before, the sex thing. I didn't thought she could really do that and part of me thought I maybe could do it... but I can't. I don't wanna change completely, she wants a guy who is... perfect, and I'm not." This bothered him so much... that he couldn't be how she wanted him to be.
"Sounds like a stubborn girl," he grinned.
"She is, believe me."
"I like her, although I barely know her. She's a sweet girl, helped us out with the Zobelle thing... but if she really wants ye to become someone else, yer better off without her, trust me. She should, ya know, love ye for who ye are." His eyes rested for a while on his younger brother. "And the other way around son. She ain't perfect either, despite that angel face of hers. There's no such thing as perfect people."
"I know, she's sweet, beautiful, her character is amazing. But you're right, too. I want to accept her wishes, I really do, but it doesn't work." Sighing, he bent his head. He already missed her beautiful smile, but the last thing he had seen was her sad face while she was yelling at him.
"I'm sorry lad," Chibs said honestly. "Just see it as a little adventure which was fun but is over now and pick another sweet girl." He winked, nodding to some of the Croweaters. "Are plenty of 'em." He smirked. "And they are desperate for a little bit of yer love."
Right now he wished it would be so easy, but it wasn't. Sure, every single croweater here was a beauty, but they weren't Grace, they weren't his girl, which she wasn't anymore. "Yeah... I think about it. Thanks..." he smiled briefly.
Chibs slapped his shoulder and walked to the Croweaters, sending Leonie with her eyes towards him. He knew they had talked last night, she knew what was going on and would be a good girl for him right now. Leonie waited a few more minutes before she took Chibs' spot.
"Hey," she said softly, giving him a timid smile. "Still not decided what to do?"
Juice's eyes fell to the side were Leonie now sat. Shrugging, he shook his head. "There's nothing to decide anymore I guess."
His brown, sad eyes didn't pass her attention and she felt a strange twist in her stomach. She laid her hand across his. "What happened?"
"Do I really have to tell everything again?" he asked, looking at her hand. She probably just wanted to be there for him. "I think the biggest problem is me, not her at all."
"You don't have to tell anything," she said quietly. "I just thought... maybe I can help you get your mind straight... like last night. Or... or didn't that help at all?"
Juice squeezed her hand briefly. "No... it helped, at least I tried. I don't wanna sound rude but I think no one can help us with this. We have to figure this out by our own."
She gave him a weak smile. "That doesn't sound as hopeless, if there's still a chance to figure it out." Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. "I know you have to solve this yourselves, but maybe... I can see things in a different perspective because I'm not the hurt one."
Juice swallowed softly and pulled his hand back. "I don't know if there's still a chance, but not at the moment. I have to deal with the fact that I lost her, can't do shit about it," the man said, taking a sip of his whiskey.
Leonie pulled back her hand, realizing that it was too soon, that he was too heartbroken. "How did you mess it up," she asked carefully. "Yesterday... I had a feeling she wanted to give you another chance."
"I acted like an asshole because I couldn't accept the fact that I'm not allowed to kiss my girlfriend. Well, I'm sorry but if I have a girlfriend I wanna touch her. Otherwise the whole relationship doesn't make sense... and that's what I told her." He was already prepared for another speech that he was an asshole.
Leonie thought about his words and tried to connect them with the girl she had spoken to yesterday. "Well that girl must be nuts if she doesn't want to kiss you," she chuckled. "But serious, eh, I don't want to be rude but you do understand why she can't kiss you the day after you cheated on her, right? I mean - I surely would have chopped off your balls if you had pulled a stunt like that on me. And that's no joke. Not getting a kiss, well that sounds like a low price to pay for what you did."
"I never complained about that. I can handle it if she doesn't want it right now, but not for weeks or months..." He stood up and ran a hand over his mohawk. "Everyone wants me to give in but... I don't know why it's so hard for me. But this time I really fucked it up and I'm pretty sure she won't give me another chance to talk."
Leonie looked pensively at him. "But do you think you can handle not being with her for weeks or months any better?" She ran her fingers through her dyed hair. "But it sounds like you've already made your choice, and I guess she needs some time now anyway. I just... wouldn't give up on her, she's a forgiving soul." She stood up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You better enjoy your freedom now, before you're caged again." She winked.
Inside he knew that Leonie was right, that everyone else was. But he was sick of being the asshole in everyone's eyes. "I'll think about it." And he would do that, but not tonight, not tomorrow, he'd give Grace a little space, that's what she wanted, right? He looked down at the croweater, licking his lips. "Wouldn't make this things worse? If she'd find out?"
"If you want her back within a year, you definitely shouldn't even get close to another woman. If you are sure that she's a lost cause..." She shrugged. "Then you're a free man, huh."
God, he hated this. She was talking about a year, just great! He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. "Problem is that I don't know if this will ever work again. I can't even think straight anymore and it's driving me crazy! I'm a free man right now, but at the same time I'm not."
"You need to take time for yourself too, just like she. Go for a ride, do things that you like. Come, let me give you a massage first. Just to knead the tension a bit away, okay?" Leonie offered. "You look like you can explode any moment."
Juice took a deep breath, nodding. "Okay, sounds like a plan." Because he actually really felt like he could explode anytime. "Thanks."
"No problem baby. I just want you to feel better." She walked after him inside his room, this time not grabbing his hand like she'd done in the past.
"Nice of you," he gave her a brief smile and sat down on his bed a little later. "Can I ask you a question? Have you ever had a real relationship? I mean... you're a croweater for a while now here." And she wasn't that old, but maybe she could give him some tips.
"I had three relationships I consider as serious, and a lot of flings," she chuckled as she took the massage oil from her bag and gestured him to take off his clothes. "Two girls and one guy."
He took off his cut and shirt and sat up straight. "Two girls? So I really have to be afraid that you could fall for Grace after your words about her yesterday?" he grinned briefly but of course he was hoping that Leonie wouldn't hit on Grace, that would be the worst thing she could do to him.
Leonie sat down behind him, dripping oil in her hands and spreading it across his shoulders and neck. "You ever think she would fall for a girl?" she chuckled. "She probably believes she would be sent to the depths of hell for doing anything with a girl." Starting to knead his muscles, she said.
"Well falling in love with you never was a sin. Falling in love with me, would. But I'm sure it will take a long time before there's someone else on her mind." Her hands stroked his body. Talking about Grace while massaging her ex's body felt a bit strange, but she couldn't deny that she had missed this great body.
He didn't even want Grace to fall for someone else, that was the problem. Sure, he wanted her to be happy, but with him - but he could forget that now after what he did. Even if she would give him another chance, it would take a long time for her to be fully happy again.
"But my last relationship is a while ago, three years I think. I was so heartbroken that I just moved to this place where a friend was living and she took me here, and well, there was enough distraction to mend that heart." She lifted the corner of her mouth. "And you were my biggest medicine, if I'm honest. You really helped me to get over my ex."
He turned his head to look at her, smiling briefly. "Well, I'm glad I could help you get over your ex. Even if I have no idea what I did."
"That's a bit hurtful, Juicy," she whispered in his ear. "You really don't remember anything about all those hot nights?"
His muscles relaxed immediately as she started to knead them. A smirk formed on his lips and a shiver ran down his spine. "'Course I remember them. Didn't know they helped you to get over your ex," he turned his head to the side again, facing her. If this really helped her... maybe it would help him, too.
"Yeah, well I fell head over heels with you and at the same time I wasn't ready for something serious... so the situation was kinda perfect. Until I was ready for more," she chuckled, gently pushing him down so he was lying on his stomach and she could knead the lower regions of his back. "And you weren't. So in the end it was the same shit all over again."
He had hurt her too, he realized. As it seemed he was good in hurting people. Softly, he pushed her off him, sat down and looked at her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I hurt you too. I didn't even realize that back then."
Leonie chuckled. "Oh baby, there are tons of girls in love with you, hoping to become your old lady. You're the sweetest of them all and contrary to Ope and Jax you're still single, so you and Grace getting together would have broken many, many hearts." She winked. "I never blamed you. I know how it works, that I was just a hot body for you, but I never stopped hoping I would become more one day," she said honestly. "But don't feel sorry," she smiled, cupping his jaw with her long fingers. "We croweaters know what we sign up for when we sleep with you."
Juice laughed briefly. "But I never spent that much time with the others. You were one of the few croweaters that landed more than once in my bed." And that was true. He put a hand on hers, smiling. "I know that you girls know that, but it has to suck sometimes."
"Yeah I knew I were your favorite, it always gave me hope. Now I'm Chibs', as it seems, he's satisfying too tho. Just not giving me the feels like you did." She winked, trying to remember when she had slept with Juice for the last time. It must have been almost a year or so, when her feelings were growing too heavy she had distanced herself a bit.
"Yeah, I already ruined your last night with him. I'm sorry for that," he chuckled. It didn't bother him that she was Chibs' favorite now, he was the one who 'dumped' her. But he had to admit that he'd enjoyed the time with her. "Why are you still a croweater? You're a nice girl, you could have a great job, a partner." Briefly, he caressed her cheek, not even realizing what he was doing.
The sudden caress surprised her. After all these months she still loved his touch and it sped up her breathing a bit. "I do have a job," she told him. "Maybe not the greatest job in the world, just bookkeeping, but I earn some money and I like hanging out here with you guys and the other girls. I'll find that partner one day, I'm not in a hurry." She smiled. "Might as well find one here, right? Are enough hot chicks and guys around."
Juice pulled his hand back slowly as he felt her breathing sped up. "Well, at least it's a job and having money is always good." It really wasn't the greatest job, but if she was okay with it, why not ? "That's true. I think you'll find somebody one day... but don't wait too long," he winked.
"Won't be up to me alone," she grinned. "I'm the kind of girl who quickly falls in love, but always with people who also get a lot of attention from others." She pouted.
"Don't fall in love with a biker, we always get attention." Now he grinned, too. "You're beautiful, nice, sometimes guys, or girls, are just stupid..."
"You know you're talking about yourself too, huh?" She smirked. "But okay. We already knew you have your stupid moments."
"Yeah, I know that", he rolled his eyes, grinning. "Don't push it", his grin widened as he shook his head.
She looked pensively at him. He looked a bit more relaxed by now. "You want me to finish the massage? Before I have to start all over," she said, sticking out her tongue.
"Why don't you lay down and I give you a massage, hm? See it as a thanks for listening to my problems," he suggested. Normally, croweaters were there to comfort them, but he didn't care right now.
Leonie chuckled. "Well, that's an offer I can't refuse." She took off her shirt and laid down on her stomach on the bed. In other circumstances she would have taken off her bra too without hesitation, but she wasn't sure how he would react on that, maybe he would misinterpret it and was his pain too fresh for something like that.
"Thought so," he winked, waiting for her to turn around. As she took off her shirt he had to swallow. He loved Grace, but there was still a feeling they'd never have a chance again. He unclipped Leonie's bra, she was on her stomach, he wouldn't see her breasts anyway so it was okay. He put some of the massage oil on his hands and started to knead her shoulders.
Leonie closed her eyes as she felt his hands move across her shoulders. His effect on her hadn't changed; he could still set her on fire. "Hmm," she hummed approvingly. "I'd volunteer to become your therapist if this is my payment."
Feeling her skin under his hands brought back a few old memories with her. And again he asked himself if it would help to have some fun with her. But Grace still haunted his mind. His hands glided down from her shoulders to her hip area. "Would you? Maybe I'll take the offer", he muttered.
Her muscles tensed as his hands slipped lower and in a flash she imagined what it would feel like if his hands wandered further down, as he pulled down her hotpants, as he laid down on her and took her from behind, feeling his chest against her back as he thrusted inside her, his strong arms wrapped around her, his lips sucking the region between her neck and shoulder. She tried to shake off the thought and forced her breathing back to normal, limiting her thoughts to his fingers kneading her lower back. "Think we've a deal then," she said in a hoarse voice. She was almost about to ask when the last time had been that he had massaged a girl, but she was afraid it would remind him of Grace and she didn't want to ruin the mood.
"Guess so," his voice became deeper, his eyes were fixed on the exposed skin. Slowly, he bent over her and pressed his lips against her shoulder. He knew exactly that he shouldn't do that, but right now he needed it, he needed distraction. His hands rested on her hips but his lips wandered over her neck. Maybe it was wrong to take her to his room, but it felt good to be close to someone right now.
A soft gasp left her lips as his lips touched her shoulder. How long had she craved to feel his lips again? She had pushed her feelings for him to a far, dark corner, but there had been many, many memories popping up at the most random moments, even when she was with other guys. "You surely have a special way of massaging someone," she muttered, her eyes still closed.
Hearing her gasp gave him some old memories back - good memories. "Mhm..." was all he answered before he turned her around and crashed his lips on hers in a gentle but longing way. Maybe she'd stop him, or not. He buried his hand in her long dyed hair.
Leonie's eyes widened - she didn't know why, but she hadn't seen it coming. She however kissed him back eagerly, her hands gliding across his bare back. God, she had missed this. So much.
As soon as she kissed back his tongue slipped in her mouth, stroking hers. He kissed her hungrily, as if he hadn't touched anyone since years. One hand rested next to her head, the other hand, which was buried in her hair, slipped down to her body where he stripped the straps of her bra off her shoulders.
Leonie caressed the side of his face while she kept kissing him, enjoying his fingers traveling along her skin as he slipped down the straps of her bra. Excitement filled her and she intensified the kiss, enjoying this moment to the fullest because it might be a one time thing.
As soon as the fabric didn't cover her breasts anymore he started to knead one of them, twirling her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Now a soft gasp left his lips, but immediately he thought about Grace, how she had felt. She should be the one underneath him. He would just hurt her feelings, and Leonie's maybe too.
Leonie looked at his face as he played with her nipple. She loved his touch, but she saw how he tensed, how his breathing changed - and not because he was excited. She laid a hand against his cheek and looked at him. "Are you okay?"
Juice sighed, leaning his forehead against hers. "I can't get her out of my mind. Shit, I'm sorry... I really don't wanna hurt you again," he said, guilt was plaguing him. "I want this with you, here, to forget about the pain for at least an hour. But Grace is always in my mind and I'm not sure if I wanna use you for this..." He already missed the blonde girl, missed holding her in his arms.
"I know that, Juice. I knew what you were trying to do. Don't feel guilty about that." She sighed, sitting up a little straighter. "And you're a great guy... but if we go on, I have a feeling that those sad eyes of hers will also be the only thing I can think of. I just... have a feeling that she somehow knows what we are doing right now and... It doesn't feel right to be the one hurting her after she opened up to me yesterday," she realized now she thought about the blonde girl again.
"But I do feel guilty. I don't know, maybe she's home and is crying her eyes out and I'm... here... thinking about sleeping with another girl even if I only want her." His breathing became heavier and he really started to realize how much he needed Grace. He caressed her cheek. "It would be so wrong. I just... I don't know what happened. Please don't take this personal, you know you're a great woman."
"I get why you feel guilty towards her, just don't feel it towards me." She bit her lip as she saw the sadness taking over his face. "You really love her, don't you? I think you should try to get her back."
"Yeah, I really love her," he whispered, tears itching in his eyes. "I-I was such an asshole, it would be a wonder if she'd still want me back."
"Maybe it is. But you haven't much to lose, right? Win her back. You're charming, you're hot... Just show her how much she means to you, how wrong you were." She chuckled. "Maybe you should write her an old fashioned love letter, so you can take the time to explain your thoughts and your feelings before her emotions start to mess with your head again. And then give her time to heal and figure out what she wants. One final plea before you leave the decision to her." She chuckled as she saw his face. Yeah that wasn't very biker-ish. "Or just look into your heart to find the best way."
For a moment he thought about the love letter. Would Grace like it? What should he write? The last love letter he wrote was probably when he was in 'love' for the first time when he was twelve. "Oh, uh, you think she'd like this? Maybe I think about it... or I just tell her how I feel," he nodded eagerly. Leonie was right, he hasn't much to lose at all, but there was a little chance to get her back.
"Every girl likes a guy who fights for her," she winked. "You should do the thing that makes you the most comfortable. I don't know how she is when she's hurt and angry. Would she freak out or stay calm?"
He could give her a call later, or show up at her house tomorrow. But when she told her parents already, that might not be the best idea. "I don't know. She stayed calm for a pretty long time but today she freaked out. So I'm not sure..."
"Hmm. Think you know her best, I only spoke once to her," she admitted. "You can always try both, if one doesn't work." She picked up her bra and started to clothe herself again.
"I'll find something," he said, hoping he'd really find a way to talk to her. He turned his head to the side when Leonie got dressed again. "I owe you something. You always let Chibs down for me," he smirked briefly.
She kissed his cheek. "I would let all your brothers down for you." She winked. "I hope you two work it out, even tough I'm a little jealous. But you two are a cute couple."
"Good to know," he winked and put on his shirt again. "Don't be jealous, there are many people out there, you know that."
She caressed his side, a playful grin around her lips as she moved them to ear. "Never said she's the one I'd be jealous of," she whispered.
Juice raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "How can I not understand that?" he asked, looking down at her.
She smirked. "Well if you'll ever get her that far to do a threesome, remember that you owe me something."
The thought of a threesome with Grace and her turned him on, he had to admit that. His breath flattered for a second. "We'll see," he muttered.
"You're right, I should take one step at a time." She caressed his cheek. "Goodbye sweetheart. Good luck tomorrow. Just show her your heart, it's beautiful." Winking, she turned around and left his room.
"Yeah... thanks, Leonie," he said, smiling. After he had left his room he took a shower and tried to get some sleep.
