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Shit, my sisters work fast.
I roll my eyes and swallow my mouthful. “No one’s
going to believe that.”
“Well, they do,” he says with a glare. “Because apparently that sort of kinky shit is totally in character for you.”
I hold up a hand. “How about we hold off on the judgement. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of kink. But I’ll have you know bodily fluids aren’t really my thing. I mean, except for cum, of course.” I give him a wink, and he responds with a scowl.
“Maybe you could tell people that?”
I shake my head, savouring another bite of my waffles. “I’m not telling people shit. It’s just a rumour, it’ll blow over .”
“I don’t want people thinking I’m into that,” he insists.
I let out a wry laugh. “Trust me, no one who gives it two seconds of thought thinks you’re into that.”
His brows draw together in confusion. “What does that mean?”
I shrug. “You’re wound tighter than a screw. It’s no wonder you’ve been in love with the same guy for two decades. You need to loosen up a bit if you ever want to move on.”
He fixes me with a hard glare, jaw tight with anger. “You said you weren’t going to tell anyone.”
“And I haven’t. I won’t. This is just us talking. There’s no one around. Calm the fuck down and put the claws away .”
He relaxes slightly, but the angry fire doesn’t leave his eyes. “I’ve tried to move on. Nothing’s worked.”
I offer a wry smirk. “You haven’t tried my way yet.”
5
Jack
“And what exactly would your way be?” I ask, knowing anything that has that infuriating smirk playing across his lips can’t be good.
He takes a moment to devour another bite of the waffles before responding. “I think you need to broaden your horizons a bit. Open yourself up to new experiences.”
“Like what?” I ask warily.
His expression morphs into a thoughtful frown, making me think he’s making this bullshit up on the fly. Then he gives a decisive nod and fixes me with a challenging look. “You need sex rehab.”
I almost choke on my own breath as I sputter and cough in incredulity. “Excuse me?”
“When people suffer from addiction, they go to rehab. So that’s what I’m proposing.”
“It’s not an addiction,” I grate out. “It’s love.”
He gives a dismissive flip of his hand. “Same difference.”
I roll my eyes, wondering why he hell I’m even still sitting here listening to this bullshit. “You’re being ridiculous. I’m going for a surf.”
I start sliding off my seat but Alastor holds an arm out to stop me. “Just wait. Hear me out.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you even care about this anyway?”
He flashes me a hard look, sky blue eyes glinting with obvious annoyance. “Because, like it or not, we’re stuck together for the rest of our lives now and I don’t particularly like the idea of seeing that wounded puppy look on your face at every birthday, or christening, or school event, or whatever else Trent and Xavier drag us to as their family grows.”
I glance away, feeling my throat tighten as the painful truth of the rest of my life is laid out before me. I’d been so focused on getting through the wedding I hadn’t taken much time to consider the future, but of course Trent and Xavier are going to want kids. And they’ll expect me and Alastor to play a big role in their lives.
