#Chapter82
And when Raven flipped him off, called him a real bad four letter word that started with C and ended with T, but wasn't cart, he laughed.
Angel was waiting for them outside the restaurant. His back was against the wall, and his arms were caged around Lucien, his mouth to his ear.
/"Whispering the dirties?/" Ronan teased, noticing the pink tint in Lucien's cheeks. But then again, that could have been the cold. But Lucien's expression, all innocent and flustered, was so worth it.
He felt light as a feather, and as he bounced on the spot, one hand in Raven's, the other in his pocket, he felt all flustered himself. His own cheeks were warm and his mouth was stuck in an odd position that he came to identify as an unyielding grin.
