Later, eyes shifted to Zevian, who was sipping a Coastal Brew. Before I could comment, he chuckled and said, “But I like this one. Maybe, let’s just get this, okay?”
His voice had a playful tone; it was my first time encountering someone like him. I found myself dazed.
As soon as I returned to reality, he had already ordered the drink and was grinning at me, saying, “I’m Draxon Rainford.”
Seeing his bright smile, I instantly regretted involving him. I was about to say something to send him on his way when laughter erupted from the next table.
“Whoa! Zevian! Zevian!” The cheers were deafening.
Curious, I turned to see what was happening and was taken aback by the scene.
Zevian had his hand resting on the back of a girl’s head and they were kissing openly as if oblivious to the crowd around them.
I clenched my fists, staring intently at the couple. From this angle, I could see Zevian’s face growing more intense as he lost himself in the kiss.
Suddenly, something touched my hand. I looked over to see Draxon gently prying my fingers open. I hadn’t noticed before, but my nails had dug into my skin, leaving several bloody marks.
“Don’t grip so hard,” he said softly, “Your hand is bleeding.”