If we’re ever in a situation where I’m the voice of reason, then we’re fucked.
—Constance to Odin
Constance
I wasn’t used to being this angry.
Being this angry meant that you felt deeply.
And, to be honest, I hadn’t realized that I was that far gone for Odin until he told me he was Wendy’s donor.
Even worse, the thought of having two very special people in my life with a rare blood type that could kill them sent shivers of fear down my spine.
If we were in an accident, and they were both hurt…I could lose them both.
If I was being truthful, that scared me the most.
If I lost them both, where would I be?
I’d be lost. All alone in a world without the two people that made it worth living.
I mean, I had my parents and siblings.
But the kind of love for them didn’t feel the same as the love I had for my child and the man that had become such a huge part of my life in such a short time.
Seeing him being so vulnerable…this huge, hulking man with his heart so huge it could be seen from miles away…I couldn’t take it anymore.
The caution I’d been holding on to with narrow-eyed focus broke, and I rushed toward him.
Placing my hands on his clenched hands, I stepped into his space.
“You love me?”
He growled under his breath. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?” I laughed. “It’s a bad thing?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “Now I can’t think about only myself.”
I snickered. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I feel the same about you.”
His eyes gleamed. “It does.”
I took another step forward, this time bringing my entire front half in line with his.
My breasts brushed his hard torso, and my neck strained from looking up at him.
“Hey, Odin?” I asked softly.
He swallowed. “Yeah?”
“Will you take me to bed already?”
His hands pulled away, then I was up and over his shoulder.
I giggled as he walked me through his house to his bedroom.
As we passed everything, I tried to take it all in.
