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Alex’s chin rested on Emmy’s shoulder, and she slid her fingers around her naked waist, caressing her.
“This?” Alex taunted.
Aydin and Alex stared at each other, unblinking, as the pulse in my neck throbbed faster.
“I just watched her through the computer screen,” he said, as if in a trance, “and it was like my skin had sliced open, releasing all this pressure I’d gotten so used to feeling my entire life.” His chest rose and fell more rapidly by the second. “And I could finally breathe and see color and shit. I felt hot, and the world suddenly looked so different, because…”
He swallowed as Alex splayed her hand across Emmy’s stomach, touching her softly and gently. Em sat frozen, but after a moment, she relaxed into Alex, inviting her in.
“Because no blade cuts as deep as something that beautiful,” he whispered.
Cuts… I dropped my eyes to the tattoo I’d done on his shoulder. Claw marks dug into his skin forever.
“She had these eyes.” He stared at Alex, scared and desperate. Like the memory hurt. “I swore I could reach through the screen and touch her, the way she looked at me and made everything else disappear. I didn’t care what I lost, what I risked,” he told her, “I had to have her.”
I gazed at Emmy, remembering how stubborn I thought she was, but really she just made sense, and I resented her for it. We were a part of two different worlds, my friends would be difficult with her, and I was outgoing and loved to be around people, and she preferred to be alone. We were so different.
But those moments, like when I had her in my arms in the theater, confirmed what I already knew.
It would be worth it.
“But when I finally worked up the courage to claim her, she had survived without me,” Aydin explained. “It hurt. I’d been tearing myself apart in my head, going crazy, and she’d…she’d let everyone have a piece of something that was mine. I was a memory. I didn’t matter.”
“And she was a whore for it,” Alex said.
He held Alex’s eyes as she pulled one of the straps of Emmy’s bra down her shoulder, and Emmy didn’t stop her as her stomach rose and fell.
But Aydin answered, “No.” He gazed at the girls as Emmy’s other strap came down, and Alex’s hands trailed over her body. “She puts one foot in front of the other, does what she has to do, and lives honestly. She’s unashamed with her fucking chin up.” His voice grew stronger. “She’s loyal, everyone’s mother with warm arms and a kind smile, a survivor, and she solves the problem without dwelling on the loss.”
His eyes hardened, filled with pride.
“She’s a fucking Viking,” he said. “And I won’t have anyone else.”
My heart sank a moment as I looked at Em, because it was all true. Nothing else mattered. If it killed us, she was the one. In that moment, I didn’t care about her sins, if anyone else had touched her besides me, or that we were both our own worst enemies.
That was my girl, scarred, tattered soul, and all. She was beautiful.
Alex stood up, her body rigid as she slowly backed up, and Aydin rose, too, his gaze locked on her.
Bringing his and my hands up to his mouth, he worked the belt loose with his teeth, and Alex breathed so hard I could hear it as she continued to retreat.
The belt loosened, and I pulled at it, finally freeing my left hand as both of us turned to our other arms and untied ourselves.
Aydin growled, unable to free himself, and Alex gasped as he ripped the hook out of the wall and charged for her. She scurried into the bathroom, and he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her into his.
“Touch me,” he panted over her mouth.
She broke down, closing her eyes and sobbing. “Not now,” she cried. “Not after everything. How could you do this now?”
He buried his mouth in her neck, holding her head to his body and squeezing her tight.
I looked at Emmy, her eyes rimmed with tears that hadn’t fallen. She stood up and backed away from me, and I advanced, gazing at her naked shoulders and the straps laying lazily down her arms.
She ran, I caught her, and the next thing I knew we had all stumbled into the shower, a chaos of arms and legs as I twisted the knob. I turned on the water, drenching and trapping her as my mouth covered hers. I slipped my tongue between her lips, caressing her tongue, and the heat cascading right down to my groin as I pressed her into the wall and moved over her soft, full lips.
“Take it, Emory,” Aydin told her next to us. “Let him touch you everywhere.”
I stared down into her eyes, almost amused that he thought he still had any power over her. “Let him try to stop me,” I challenged and then asked her, “You ready for this?”
