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Lucian sat at the end of the bed, his lower half wrapped in a towel while Jordyn pulled off her clothes and searched for one of his old T-shirts to wear to bed. She couldn’t help but notice how silent and somber he seemed staring at the wall, like he was somewhere else completely. It wasn’t as if she blamed him. The information he learned tonight must have been a lot to take in, not to mention the choices that came along with it all.

Beyond that, there was also Kate and what she’d done to him. Sure, the woman was vile. She caused Lucian more than enough pain and heartache over the years, but it was easy to understand how people could mark that down to jealousy and anger. Who really would have thought she could have gone this far?

It was kind of devastating.

Jordyn had a sneaking suspicion they wouldn’t have to worry about Kate anymore after tonight. She’d heard the call Antony made about that, too. She didn’t even care. The woman had hurt the one person Jordyn loved in the entire world over and over again. She tried her hardest to beat Lucian down with words and shame for years simply because he was a physical reminder of a man who never loved her. When that didn’t work, she turned to something with a little more viciousness, even if she would have gained from it. What Kate would get for her choices was exactly what she deserved as far as Jordyn was concerned.

Pulling a grey T-shirt over her head, Jordyn turned to Lucian. “You okay?”

“I don’t know where I am right now,” Lucian said quietly, his voice starting to clear of some of the hoarseness.

Stuck in his head, likely.

“Where do you want to be?” Jordyn asked, moving to stand between his legs.

Lucian chuckled, wincing. “Here with you.”

Jordyn smiled at his answer. “Want me to bring to you back?”

“More than anything.”

That was all the encouragement Jordyn needed. She wasted no time tugging open Lucian’s towel before climbing into his lap, straddling him. Tender kisses dotted down to his forehead, cheeks, and jaw as his hands fisted into the shirt she wore, drawing her closer. His body reacted to her proximity and touches like it always did, fast and sure. Between her thighs, his cock pressed between her folds, smearing her arousal along his shaft.

It wasn’t long before Jordyn was sinking down Lucian’s length, a soft sigh falling into the quiet room. Lucian might have been tired, but his hands on her hips pulled her into the gentle rhythm he wanted while his face rested to her neck.

Over and over they loved with gentle words and soft touches. Until sweat slicked their skin and bliss tingled through her mind. He finally came back down with her name in his mouth, eyes wide open, and his heart in her hands.

Right where it belonged.

Epilogue

Two months later …

The seating arrangement in church had changed, now. Lucian was a little further down from his mother and father. Jordyn always sat to his left in the pew, her hand resting on his thigh to keeping him awake and aware.

Goddamn it, she was worse than his mother when it came to his attention on Sunday mornings.

Not that he was complaining …

Jordyn entered Lucian’s life at this very place, and it never failed to astound him how easily and fast his world had changed from that point on. She was a tornado, and he willingly let her pick him up and pull him straight into her path.

He wouldn’t call it destructive, though.

Since Kate’s death, there had been no more attempts on Lucian’s life. It seemed things were finally settling. Jordyn didn’t have to ask the what ifs. Lucian didn’t feel the need to remind her they were always going to be there, just in different ways.

Most times, things were easy between them. Natural, like breathing and living. Other times, it was a little more difficult.

After all, you couldn’t touch something as bright and beautiful as the sun and expect not to get burned.

Today was one of those days, Lucian knew.

While Jordyn sat at his side, her hand on his thigh supportively as it always was, there was tension and anger between the couple. Jordyn had said little to nothing to him over the last three days. Lucian found both the couch and the guest bedroom were particularly uncomfortable. Basically, anything but his bed and Jordyn was fucking uncomfortable. They hadn’t even gone to his parents’ home the night before like they usually would because the discontent between them was so clear, no one else needed to be brought into it.

It was the silent kind of fight, which frankly, only made it worse.

Lucian knew he did wrong. He just didn’t like to admit that he did.

Jordyn’s silence probably bothered and hurt him the most, though.