Locke turns instantly at the sound of my name. The second his eyes land on me, the stoic, dangerous mask he wears for the rest of the club completely melts away. A soft, private warmth lights up his gaze, his eyes tracking me as I walk across the tile floor toward him.
"Morning, baby," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “You good?”
Before I can even speak, he reaches out, wrapping a heavy arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his side. He leans down, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to my temple, his hand settling comfortably over my hip, his thumb rubbing quiet circles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
"Good morning.” I smile, resting my palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath his Henley. I glance over at Jade. "And she
