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Everest tilts his head up toward her. “I’m in if you are.”
“I do really enjoy how comfortable the mattresses are.” Dash shrugs. “And we don’t exactly have any better options on the table.”
I look at Wes and wonder what’s going through his head.
“Couldn’t hurt to stick around.” Wes takes another drink of his cherry cola.
So far, every vote has been to stay, which leaves things up to me and Bo.
Bo’s intense gaze meets mine. “Can we talk? Privately.”
My heart stutters and I worry that this is when he finally tells me the truth, that he’s leaving for good. That he’s going to take Balial up on his offer and spend the rest of eternity in hell being Balial’s bitch. The idea of life without Bo weighs heavier than any scruni collapsing on top of me ever could. Still, I slide myself off the stool and follow him out of the room.
Once I’m at his side, he ascends the stairs and makes his way into the bedroom that we have claimed as our own.
He points to the bed. “Sit down.”
I comply even though my chest aches with every second he waits to say whatever it is he needs to say.
Bo paces in front of me. “Birdie…”
When he doesn’t continue, I say, “My mother used to call me that.”
He pauses and looks at me. “Really?”
I draw in a breath and exhale. “I must have suppressed the memory, but yeah. When I dreamt of Parla having her killed, I remembered the moments prior. She told me that my father was as obsessed with cheese as I was…and that she preferred bread.” I force a smile. “Like you.”
Bo’s shoulders relax and his resolve softens. He drops himself to his knees in front of me, taking my hands into his. “I’m sorry.”
I pinch my brows together. “For what?”
“For everything. For how I’ve treated you. For that damned mark on your neck.” His gaze flits to the scar he left behind. “For not being honest with you. For not being the man you needed me to be.”
I cup his face in my hand and tilt his head up toward me. “I forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Good thing it’s not up to you.”
“I never wanted to be selfish with you, Wren. But I don’t think I’m strong enough to withstand my feelings anymore.”
“What do you feel, Bo?” I bite at the inside of my lip and hope he doesn’t do the thing he always does—leave.
“I’m scared. Scared that you might not actually want to be with me if it weren’t for that mark on your neck. Scared that if you do, I might keep letting you down. I’ve never been more conflicted in my entire life but all I do know is that I worship you. I am honored to be in your presence, and I am terrified that I have ruined things between us.”
“Bo…”
“I never want to be apart from you. Not in this lifetime or the next. I can’t explain it, Wren, but you need to know, you own me. Body and soul. My heart, my love, you can have it all. It’s yours. Whether you choose to accept it or not, I will spend eternity worshipping at your feet and be forever grateful I’m privileged to breathe in the same air as you. I’m yours.”
The heavy weight I was carrying dissipates with each word he mutters.
I run my fingers through his dark hair and hold onto the base of his neck. “I love you, too, Bo.”
He blinks up at me, his dark gaze glistening. “You love me?”
I break out into a grin. “Yeah, you idiot.”
Bo rises to his feet, swooping me into his arms and lifting me from the bed. He presses his forehead against mine and squeezes me so tight I could possibly break in half if he applied any more pressure.
