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She giggles, the only one out of the four of us who does it quite often.
“I’ll never have sex with you,” she adds. “You ugly, stinky boy.”
I cackle loudly, exactly how she had perfectly described me. “You wouldn’t know how,” I lie.
She is a queen in bed. Rose lives for the pleasure Rachel can provide, and I have no doubt she could easily bring me to my knees. But we don’t need that.
“I want Rose in between us at all times.”
My laugh dies down into a loving smile as I glance down at her and she looks up at me.
“Course you do.” I drop a kiss on her forehead before letting my head fall back against the headboard again.
When Rose called earlier, panic overtook me. It’s funny how it often takes extreme situations for us to sit down and think about how we feel about the people around us. Life happens so fast, and we never take the time to feel anymore. There was a moment tonight I thought I might lose Rachel.
It took that to realize I would lose a woman I love.
“I’m scared, Lik,” she says after a long moment of silence.
“Of what?”
I feel her shift, but she doesn’t look at me.
“Of bad things happening to me because I killed someone.”
I bring a hand to her hair, massaging her scalp. “Bad things were already happening to you. You did right by taking the matter into your own hands.”
“Except I didn’t even do that. Rose did. She saved me because I couldn’t save myself.”
“And you saved her in ways we could never comprehend. That’s what we do for each other, the four of us.”
She freezes like she had never thought of that. “Did I?”
“Of course, you did,” Rose’s raspy voice is a gift to my ears. She appears next to us, holding a small bottle of water. “I could kill every single person who ever did you wrong, and it would be nothing compared to the way you saved me.”
Rachel sobs, but I know it isn’t from sadness. It’s from relief, the weight of the last two years with Conor dropping off her shoulders.
“I love you,” she sniffles.
“I love you too,” Rose smiles as she hands her the bottle. “Good and bad things will always happen to us. We can take it as long as we’re together.” Her eyes lock with mine.
After drinking a few sips, Rachel puts the water to the side and cuddles closer to me. “I don’t want bad things to happen,” she pouts. “Surely, with the four of us, we’ve had enough for a lifetime.”
I chuckle and undo the necklace I’m wearing. “Come’ere,” I say as I lift her into a sitting position. She sits on my lap and I slide the necklace around her neck, locking it in place.
“There. You’re all good.”
“What’s that?” she asks as she grabs the golden pendant now hanging in the hollow of her throat.
“It’s a Fatma hand,” I explain. “It protects you against evil by keeping it at bay.”
Her eyes widen when she looks at me again. “But…what about you?”
I laugh. Because I expected mockery from her or telling me these things don’t work. Instead, she said her words while also closing her fist around the hand as if she doesn’t want me to take it back despite her words.
“I’ve got lots, look.” I show her one of the golden rings I’m wearing, it has a Fatma hand on it as well. “But this one,” I point at her closed fist, “was my dad’s. So take good care of it.”
She nods and drops a peck on my cheek. “Promise.”
