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Just like my brothers will.
And fuck, the image of her taking all of us…
I shudder.
She kisses me chastely on the cheek, gently pulling away. “Where did you go suddenly?” she asks, amused. She situates herself so my cock isn’t directly over her cunt, relieving some of the tension.
“Oh, you know. Fantasizing.”
She gives me a mischievous grin, thengiggles.
Oh, fuck.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Suddenly, a furry mass jumps onto the desk and Wilson appears, perching next to my sketchbook.
“Mood killer,” I grumble at him, and he yawns, showing off white fangs. Harper reaches over and scratches under his chin, and his purr is loud enough to compete with mine.
“I missed him, too,” she murmurs.
He flicks his tail happily, knocking fur onto the cover of my sketchbook, and I pick it up, flipping through it.
“I have more sketches of him as a kitten,” I murmur. “If you want to see.”
“Of course,” she says. “Your work is incredible.”
A warmth floods me, and I suck in a breath, my hands stilling.
“What?”
“You inspired me,” I admit. This was the part I wish she would remember, as I don’t enjoy reliving those dark moments.
But it’s important she knows.
She tilts her head, curious.
“When we met, when we were kids…” I trail off, my hand resting on her thigh. “I took my anger out on myself. A lot.”
I will her to understand. Her eyes turn glassy, and she nods. I slowly roll up my shirt sleeve, revealing thin white lines.
“Beau knew, and when I finally showed you, you said maybe I could try to do something else to help with my anger.”
Her lower lip trembles. “James—”
“It wasn’tbecauseof you, but something clicked. I started drawing. Picked up whatever pencils and notebooks were available and just started doodling. It helped. A lot.”
Her hand clutches mine, and our fingers intertwine.
“Anyway, it’s something I’ve shared with you, Grey, and Beau. Eventually, I started taking art more seriously. It’s been my outlet.”
She gives me a small smile. “Thank you for telling me.”
I nod. “Of course, Princess. I’ve actually taught art classes for kids in the foster system.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
“We all used to. You would teach children to garden; Grey would volunteer his time…”
