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He’s just helping me, without any kind of judgement, and making sure that I’m able to try and enjoy this weekend.
I smile, feeling a tiny bit better, and open up my kindle. When the world is bleak, don’t stay in it anymore.
And, no, I don’t mean kill yourself. Well, sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes, if your world is bleak, you should read and transport yourself to a new one.
I’m going to spend time with another person, another harem, and see how they live their life, and it’s great.
Look at me—using George’s words combined with some self-care.
Maybe even if I feel like this forever… I can live with it.
“Here,” Voss says, tapping my shoulder gently. I blink in surprise, putting my kindle to the side, not sure how long he’s been gone. He’s got a tray with food on it, a mug of tea, and my dressing gown in his arms.
“Put this on,” he commands. I raise an eyebrow, and he gives a small shrug without jostling any of the things in his arms. “You’ve sat here shivering and haven’t pulled the blankets over yourself.”
I do as he says, tugging the dressing gown around me, and I burrow into it. I didn’t realise I was cold until now. I watch as he puts the mug of tea on my side table and the tray of food on the bed before giving me a bashful sort of look.
There’s no obvious changes, not with someone as practiced in the art of cons as my trickster, but there are some subtle ones. His index finger and middle finger, whilst not truly crossed, are pressed more firmly together as if he’s hoping but not wanting to fully do it.
His lips are pressed tight together, and there’s a little bit of a red flush on his neck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, keeping my tone soft.
“Can I sit with you?” he asks, and I frown, not sure why that made him embarrassed, before he pulls out his own book. I don’t recognise the title, but the artwork hints at the thriller genre. A thriller romance maybe? I don’t know, but I won’t tease him about it. He was obviously embarrassed, and I find it sweet that he’s coming to spend time with me, knowing I can’t do anything else right now.
I smile, and nod, a feeling of warmth overtaking me. My wolf is impressed, and if I look deep enough within, I sense regret from her.
Or maybe the regret is coming from me.
Voss gently nudges me over, pulling me from the darkness, and I laugh because I literally mean he pushes me to the left side of the bed to make some room for him.
He pulls the food up between us, and gets himself comfortable before opening his own book.
It’s heaven, really.
* * *
“What the fuck are you doing?” Fin asks, coming into the room and glancing at us with wide eyes. He’s wearing some bright orange illuminous socks, with his dark navy khakis. His shirt is a peachy colour, and I don’t like seeing it all mismatched.
He reminds me too much of his father in this outfit and when said father is my therapist, that’s just not a good sight at all.
“What does it look like we’re doing?” Voss asks. He’s laying between my legs, resting his head on my lap, as he holds the kindle obediently so that we can both see it. We’re sharing it, and he’s also in charge of turning the page.
In return, I run my fingers through his hair.
It’s a good deal, you know, once he stopped making fun of all the male characters for being weak and stupid.
Apparently, if you want to kidnap someone, you don’t tie their hands together with a ziplock. Who knew?
Or more importantly… why do I need to know that?
“Are you really reading one of her books?” Griffin asks, and the teasing note to his voice has me tensing. I don’t want him making fun of Voss.
But Voss just shrugs and nods. “I finished mine, and if I wanted to continue spending time with her, I had to adapt.”
“Yeah,” I say, unable to keep the giant smile off my face. We’ve been together all morning, and nobody has come to see us. It’s like we’ve been in our own little bubble.
