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“And you think that, just like that, we’re together. No questions asked?”
“I can think of a question to ask you…” My heart stops, and in my mind, I’m begging him to just keep talking. “But yes, just like that. You can hate me all you want, but your eyes don’t lie, Little Eve. Now, a month from now, a year from now… no matter how long we wait, we will always end up right here. So, it might as well be now.”
Well…fuck.Hard to argue with logic. But it’s not really that easy…
“You would want that? For me to be here… live with you?” I narrow my eyes. The prospect… the idea feels insane, after all this time.
“I’ve lived too long without you, Morrigan. Having you in my bed when I go to sleep at night… it would be a privilege I’ve stopped dreaming of. But it is a privilege indeed, so I’ll settle with simply knowing you’re mine… and the rest can follow when you’re ready.”
I try to capture a change in tone, a hitch in his breath, pupils dilating, something to identify, not a lie, but insecurity. But there’s none.
None at all, and I’m left staring at him, wondering how I’ve reached this point. And is it real?
“The night before Ryan took me to his house…”
“When we fucked against the window.” He grins at me, and I slap at his chest. Playfully, because this comfort is just incredible.
“Yes…” I smile. “We were in my future apartment.”
“Oh! I didn’t realize. Loreley owns the building, right?”
“Yes, she lives on the top floor with Luke, and she doesn’t really want to rent the other two floors to anyone else. Not sure yet what she’ll do with the first-floor apartment, though. Plus, since we own the club together, the proximity is quite nice, but most of all… I like it. I can see the sea from there, I love its old charm and character, and it’s in an excellent location.” I don’t take my eyes off of him because I need to see how he truly feels about this.
“And it will give you the independence you deserve.” The corner of his lips quirk gently and his eyes soften.
That’s all I need from him…
“Yes.” I smile back, and look toward the window, nestling just a bit deeper into him. Damn, this man is so good to cuddle.
And isn’t that just surreal.
A small flock of birds suddenly flies away from the trees, pulling my attention to the window.
But really, where exactly are we?
I know there’s pretty much just trees on this side of the house, but what about on the other sides? I reluctantly pull away from him and climb out, walking to the window.
It’s only when I reach it that I realize I’m completely and utterly naked… yet comfortable. I could never do this around Ryan. He would condemn me since I’m too plump for his standards, but now… I’m smiling. The man watching from the bed right now makes me feel confident. I know if I turn, he’ll be looking at me with hunger in his eyes. I shouldn’t need a man reinforcing my comfort in my looks, but I guess emotional abuse does that to people.
“Are we at the edge of the forest?” I ask, noticing movement through the trees. Wait… “Is that a deer?!”
“Probably. There’s a few around. Sometimes I see this stag, its antlers something out of a storybook. But no… we’re not at the edge of the forest.” His voice gets closer to me, until his warmth stands behind me. “We’re pretty much in the middle of it.”
I look over my shoulder and up at him, somehow struggling to believe him. The man looks like he belongs in the penthouse of the Rimbauer, the poshest apartment building in Queenscove. Yet he is here…
The forest stretches for miles. It’s the only one at the edge of the city, I just never realized someone lived in it… I’ve walked through its trails many times, yet never even seen glimpses of a house.
Suddenly, a loud gurgle comes from my stomach, and I press my hand to it. When did I last eat a full meal? Being in Ryan’s house made me feel sick enough that I haven’t been able to eat properly.
“I think that’s our cue to go downstairs.” He rubs his hands on my upper arms and turns away from me.
I pull my gaze from the forest and swing around, stopping dead in my tracks when I catch how, one by one, his muscles ripple, with every step his legs tense, his ass a fucking sight for sore eyes, and his back…damn, his back. He walks toward the dressing room, and I finally move when he disappears inside, the mirage over.
“T-shirt or button-up?” he asks, as I finally follow him in.
“I’m going to live my cliché and choose the button-up please.”
I don’t miss the slight grin in his eyes. Am I missing something? Is shirt the right answer somehow?
