Chapter 29

XAVIER D espite her hooded sweatshirt, Ophelia shivers and tries to curl into a ball on the porch bench. I resist the urge to wrap my arms around her and share my body heat. I know how this night will end, and there’s no sense making it any more painful for her than it’s already going to be. Not even I am that cruel. At least not to her. Not anymore. “You want my sweater, sweet girl?” Malachi asks. I shoot him a warning look over the top of her head. Don’t be acting like a fucking sap. Fuck off, he fires back. If she didn’t wear those tiny little skirts, she wouldn’t be cold. I love her tiny skirts. Ophelia shakes her head and pulls at the sleeve of her own sweater, completely unaware of our alternate conversation. “No thanks. I’m okay.” I glance down at her bare legs, and my cock twitches. Yeah, I love her tiny skirts too. “Why did he get so mad?” she asks, her lip quivering. I stuff my hands into my pockets because her scent is still on my fingers and it’s driving me wild with the de