Chloe smirked, shifting to his opposite side, slipping her phone away like she had all the time in the world. And somehow—somehow—before Justin could even process what the fuck just happened, she was on her knees.
Between his legs.
He didn't react. Not because he wasn't aware of the very suggestive positioning, but because he knew why she was doing it. This wasn't seduction.
It was declaration.
"I don't need to be calculative," she said smoothly. "I don't need to think so much. I am what I am because of Black Veil, and I'm never stopping. You don't have to ask. You don't have to promise me heaven and earth."
She placed a hand on her chest, her voice steady, eyes gleaming.
"Either way, I was always going to say yes." Then, just because she loved making an entrance, she exhaled sharply, flashing a wicked little grin. "Because, Justin?" She tapped her temple. "Black Veil is in my fucking blood and veins."
Justin… had not expected this.