Gabby is already looking at me. Her cheeks turn pink.
Fuck me.
The matebond warms. And now I know she feels it too.
Something passes between us without a single word.
Memory.
Last night.
Her choosing me.
Me choosing her right back.
I reach for her automatically. My fingers settle around her hip. Her body shifts that tiny bit closer to mine.
Like she belongs there.
Because she fucking does.
Not because the Fates say so.
Because she chose it.
Because we did.
“Eww!”
We both look down. Matteo has returned, two balloons tied to his wrist.
Of course.
“What’s up, Champ?”
“You’re doing the kissing eyes again.”
Gabby chokes. I frown.
“The what?”
“The kissing eyes.”
“I don’t have kissing eyes.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t,” I argue without heat.
He nods solemnly.
“Mommy has them, too.”
Gabriella covers her face.
“I’m moving to another state.”
“No.”