Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

face falls.
“In or out, kid,” Army tells her.
“Um…”
She gapes at his bare chest, and I roll my eyes. I shoot forward, snapping
my fingers in her face to snap her out of it. “Krisjen.”
I mean, hooray for being sex positive, but the girl has a one-track mind
sometimes. Seriously.
She turns her attention back to me. “Oh, right.” She pulls up the box
under her arm and hands it to me. “I brought your dress back.”
My dress. Clay’s dress? That I made for her?
Fine. I snatch the box away from her and toss it onto the floor in the game
room.
I feel like an idiot for even trying, but lesson learned.
But Krisjen dives down and picks up the box again. “I don’t mean that,”
she spits out. “I mean for you to wear.”
“I’m not a debutante.”
“No, but you could escort one,” she retorts in a tone like she’s mocking
my stupidity. She looks around the room to my brothers. “Do we have to talk
about this down here?”
I stay rooted in my spot. I may have done what I could to cut off
communication, but Clay has known where to find me. There’s no way in
hell I’m making some grand gesture in a public place. She’s the one who
screwed up.
“She’s dying on the inside,” Krisjen says in a low voice.
I lift my gaze, meeting hers.
“She’s dying without you.”
My throat tightens, my chest constricts, and something stings inside me.
But I shake my head. “She broke it off with me.”
“She made a mistake,” Krisjen says, my brothers still standing around
while Macon sits in the chair off to my left. “She’s going to make lots of
mistakes. She’s spoiled, a little self-absorbed, angry about a lot of shit, but
she’s learning.” Krisjen lowers her voice. “And she’s yours.”
My eyes burn.
“Your crazy, impulsive, wild, complicated girl,” Krisjen tells me.
I press my lips together and drop my gaze, because I’m about to lose it.
My crazy, impulsive, wild, beautiful girl.
My girl.