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“You’re kidding me.”

“No.” She shrugs. “But I was worried for nothing because Batty fit right in with the other bats there.”

“He had more than one?”

“Oh, he had several.”

“That can’t be legal.”

“Well, I don’t know why not. You probably have bats up in your attic. What’s the difference?”

“No, I don’t!”

She falls back against the grass and grins up at the sky.

“Wait, you’re feeding me full of shit, aren’t you?”

Her smile widens. “You’ll never know.”

“I’m adding storyteller to your list,” I say, leaning over her.

She looks up at me. “List of?”

“Things I love about you.”

Her fingers trail over my face, but I know this position makes her nervous. I don’t want to push her. I want her to know she can stop, start, or change her mind whenever she needs to.

Luna rises to her elbows, but I don’t back away. Her eyes stay on mine as she moves in close, and then she kisses me.

It’s slow, but not hesitant.

It’s as if she’s savoring every moment.

Her mouth becomes hungrier for mine as she pulls me closer. Before I know what is happening, she’s guiding my hand to her breast. She holds it there as we continue to kiss.

I don’t move. I let her direct where this is going and how far.

When she pulls back to look at me, she doesn’t need to say anything. Her eyes say it all. She’s trying but she’s still not there.

That’s okay, because all I need is her spirit.

“You’re my friend too, Luna. And that means more to me than you know,” I whisper.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Luna

The weeks have passed, and I’ve found my place here at the warehouse.

I’m happy.

But I’m sad too.

Nothing seems to be getting better in the bedroom. I try. I try. I try.

Carson has insisted we don’t try again for the foreseeable future.

“You’re trying too hard,” he said.