Declan’s POV
Daxton and I were waiting outside of the club for Tank. We’d decided that it was too cramped to fit us all in Tank’s car, so Dax and I had caught a cab, agreeing to meet the others here.
I couldn’t stop fidgeting, I was shifting back and forth on my feet, constantly checking my phone as Daxton stood next to me, eye f*****g some blonde in the queue.
‘Dude, what is with you?’ he finally ground out when I accidently bumped him for the third time.
‘I’m cold and I need a drink’ I lied, ‘they need to hurry the f**k up and get here so we can go in.’
Daxton’s eyes returned to the blonde who was running her tongue over her bottom lip as she perused him, ‘go inside if you want, I can wait for Tank and the girls’, he said absentmindedly.
‘No, I’ll wait, I don’t need problems at the
