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He kissed her on the nose. “Good girl.”
She trailed her fingers across his belt buckle. “If the tonic doesn’t work, there is something else we could do.” When he didn’t reply, instead prying her desperate fingers off his belt and lacing them with his, she pressed, “You can use me. I don’t mind.”
He frowned. “I don’t like that word.” A storm of discontent swept through his eyes. “How’d you even find out about that?”
She squirmed. “Jack might’ve let it slip that it helps when you’re having a Surge.” Poor Jack would probably receive an earful now.
Darien shook his head, a strand of hair falling in his face. “Fucking Jacky,” he muttered, scowling up at the top floors.
“Don’t get mad at him,” Loren said quickly. “When he told me, we weren’t even a thing.”
Darien snickered. “I thought we were always a thing.”
“You’re worried you’ll hurt me,” she accused.
He buried his face in her chest with a sigh that tickled, his breath warming her shirt. “Loren—”
“You’ve done it with other girls.” She nearly bit off her tongue as he lifted his head, eyes narrowing. “It can’t be that risky—”
“You’re really trying to test me right now, aren’t you?” He sat up, leaving her lying there, and dragged her feet into his lap.
She tensed, toes curling. “Darien, no! Not the feet! I will kick you—”
“Relax,” he said, his voice all melted honey and deep bass. “I’m giving you a foot rub.” As he spoke, his thumbs dug into her sore heel in a way that made her want to groan in pleasure.
“How are you good at literally everything?” The feeling lulled her toward sleep, every muscle in her body liquefying.
Oh, it was good. So good.
As he rubbed her foot with one hand, he started clicking buttons on the remote with the other. “What movie do you want to watch?”
“You pick,” she slurred, eyes shutting tight. Suddenly, she didn’t care about the movie. She just cared about his hands.
If only he would put them somewhere else…
When Darien spoke, a smile colored his words. “I kind of like that one about the thief and the gang leader.”
Her eyes flew open. “You watched it without me?” she gasped.
Darien was staring at the television with the most adorable smile on his face—a smile that widened into a grin at her question, that dimple showing off. “I might’ve started it while you were at school.”
“Darien!” She thumped her head against the cushion.
“We’ll start it from the beginning, and I’ll rub your feet for the whole thing. How does that sound?” He found the movie and hit play.
“That sounds like sore hands for you.”
He arched an inky brow at her. “My hands are pretty resilient, baby girl.” After a handful of weeks spent as his girlfriend, she knew that better now than ever. And she wasn’t talking about his fighting.
Loren barely made it halfway through the movie before she fell asleep on the couch, her feet in Darien’s lap, his hands never tiring.
She didn’t come to until he picked her up off the couch as if she weighed no more than a feather. Through heavy eyelids and a tangle of lashes, she peeked up at him to see the light of the chandelier in the entrance hall edging his strong jaw with white gold. She tucked her head in tight against his hard chest and closed her eyes again.
He took the stairs with light steps, the gentle swaying of her body in his arms rocking her back to sleep.
She was out again before her head sank into the pillow.
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