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“Don’t be so dramatic, and get your ass up.”
Yup. No sympathy from my giant. If it was Asher or Tamson, they would offer me a massage or a hot blanket. But Calax?
Apparently I have to suffer through it. Ugh. He was lucky I loved him.
His dark hair was extremely tousled just then. He always had a tendency to run his hand through his hair when he was anxious or upset. Planning our day-long (if not longer) trip to Atlanta would most definitely put anyone in a sour mood.
“Carry me?” I asked weakly, holding my arms up to him. He chuckled but obediently scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing more than a baby. Smiling, I nuzzled his neck.
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”
He turned his face towards mine, and his lips lightly brushed my own. They were as soft as a moth’s wing. Tingles of electricity ran through my body at the contact.
“Is that the only reason?” he asked. I enjoyed this side of Calax - the light, relaxed side that remained hidden from the rest of the world. I loved his grumpiness and his protectiveness, but I adored his teasing. It reminded me of when we first met, when I decided I hated and loved him. He was still my mortal enemy, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt if we kissed...and confessed our love to one another. Yup. No problem with that.
Bastard.
Smug, sexy, infuriating-
“You’re talking aloud again,” the Smug, Sexy, Infuriating Bastard pointed out. In reply, I stuck my tongue out at him. His eyes turned heated.
“I can think of better things you could use that tongue for.”
Before I could reply - or jump him like I was a dog in heat - the sliding glass door that led to the backyard opened, and Ryder stepped out.
His dark hair had been freshly washed (no doubt from the nearby stream), and he wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt. The shirt itself greatly contrasted with his dark skin and showcased the many tattoos circling down his large biceps.
He was sex on a stick.
And mine. Did I mention that already?
Not trying to brag or anything…
“Don’t hog our girl,” he said to Calax lightly, and my heart fluttered at the term of endearment. Our girl. Swoon.
I would never get over the fact that these two perfect men decided I was worthy enough to be in a relationship with. To share, some may say, though I didn’t like that connotation. It would imply that I had split my heart and body between the two men. I loved them both equally, as if I had two entirely separate hearts beating inside of my chest. One for each.
Ryder brought out the playful side in me.
Calax was my rock.
And for some miraculous reason, they decided I was deserving of their love and affection. Of course, that meant I had to actually be a girlfriend to these two men. I think that meant I had to feed them or something? Maybe take them out for a walk? It was a learning game.
Ryder, seemingly unperturbed that I was in Calax’s arms, kissed my cheek tenderly. I glanced under my fringe of lashes, assessing Calax’s reaction, but he appeared unbothered by his brother’s affection towards me.
Despite declaring his love for me, Ryder had yet to actually kiss me. You know, likekiss mekiss me. He gave me a chaste brush of the lips when we were in hell (okay, Lizzy’s house. Same thing), but never a toe-curling, tongue-humping make-out. I was honestly afraid that he didn’t want to or something. The boy had kissed a lot of girls, yet he somehow hadn’t been able to kiss me?
Puh-lease.
I tried to ignore these insecurities. Ryder was mine in heart, soul, and body, and I was his. I knew that he loved me, yet the child in me recollected all of those times I had felt vulnerable and unloved.
Used.
Discarded.
Ryder’s hand was still resting on my cheek when we heard the door behind us open. He immediately pulled away from me as if he had been burnt.
I blanched, though not for the obvious reasons. I wasn’t hurt or upset that Ryder hid his affections towards me. We had agreed to keep our unconventional relationship a secret from the rest of the team.
