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“Thank you.” I step inside and the door swings shut behind me on its own weight.

She stares at me, still standing by the door.

I turn to face her squarely. “I guess I wanted to see you smile again before the night ended.”

“Strange thing to come back for.” Her voice is soft and sweet.

“Maybe. But I don’t really care.”

She looks at me for a long moment, something soft and uncertain crossing her face. I close the distance slowly, giving her every chance to step back.

She doesn’t take it.

My hands settle on her waist, and I pull her to myself. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. I lower my head, sealing her lips in a fervent kiss.

It’s gentle at first, careful, more question than demand. She leans into it, her hand finding my chest, and whatever’s been coiled tight in me since I first caught her scent starts loosening.

The kiss deepens—slow and unhurried. Tongues in mouths. I caress her jaw, tilt her closer, and the small sound she makes against my mouth undoes the rest of my restraint.

Her fingers curl into my shirt while I pull her flush against me, and the slow pace starts fraying at the edges. Heat is building low and steady where there was only warmth a moment ago.

I push her against the door, my lips devouring hers as her hands rub her skin under my shirt. The kiss is so good, so intense that it has me hooked.

The wine she had earlier still lingers on her tongue, and I can taste it. She moans in my mouth, her hand traveling down my pants.

Breathless, I deepen the kiss as she gently strokes the print of my erection. My hands settle on her generous curves and begin to squeeze deliciously, basking in the sound of her moans.

“Sinth…” She breaks the kiss before I lose control, breathless, forehead against mine.

I swallow hard, my pulse racing.

“I think we should um…” she whispers, pursing her swollen lips.

“Yeah, of course.” I step back.

She meets my gaze, smiling.

“Now I can sleep fine.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, Charlize.”

“Goodnight, Sinth.”

I linger a little longer before leaving her room, unsatisfied. But content. She’s such a good kisser; I can’t wait for the day I taste and claim every part of her gorgeous body.

The thought of that alone hardens my cock in my pants.

Chapter 12 - Charlize

They keep coming back.

Not just one of them, testing the waters the way Wayne first did with his easy grin and his refusal to leave when I told him to. All three, in different ways, at different hours, until I’ve started marking the days by which King finds his way to my door and what he brings with him.

Sinth with his quiet questions and his patience, Wayne with his noise and his terrible jokes that somehow still make me laugh. Even Chris, in his own strange, distant way, is starting to gradually loosen up a little.

I know their voices now before they even speak. I know the particular rhythm of Wayne’s footsteps, too fast, too careless. I know the careful, measured pace Sinth uses even walking down an empty hall. I know the silence Chris carries into a room, heavier than either of the others’ noise.

I hate how much I’ve come to know them. I also hate how much I’ve started to want it.

The nest has become something I retreat to without meaning to, curling into it the second I’m alone, breathing in a scent that’s become as familiar as my own skin.