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“Because you are too impatient,” I tell her. “Sometimes I can barely get my clothes off before you’re jumping me.”
“Let’s be real.” She giggles. “Half the time we don’t take our clothes off at all.”
I laugh, remembering our tryst in the club. I never knew anyone could crave me the way she does. As much as she tells me she loves me, her body is constantly betraying how deeply her need for me is. I’m addicted to the feeling. It occurs to me that of all the people Vanessa could have found, it ended up being the one woman who’s my perfect match.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” she murmurs against my chest. “I can practically hear the wheels in your head turning.”
“Do you believe in soulmates?” I ask her, answering her question with a question.
“You think we’re soulmates?” She giggles again. “I don’t know. I’d never really given it much thought. I did always believe that timing mattered and eventually I’d find the right person at the right time. But I don’t know that I ever bought into the notion.”
“It’s strange that nearly half a million people are living in New Orleans, and the person Anderson ends up trapping in that stone is you.”
She sighs and stiffens, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of Anderson. It’s not that I’m particularly eager to talk about him, but I have to process this. Because he couldn’t have possibly known we would fall in love. He couldn’t have known we were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.
“Maybe it’s as simple as magic,” she jokes, because we’ve both come to understand how complicated magic is. “But when you put it like that, you have to believe we are soulmates. Because if it hadn’t been me, it might have been someone who wasn’t willing to sacrifice themselves for you. And you would have become his meat puppet.”
“That’s the most disgusting phrase I’ve ever heard.” I laugh. She pushes herself up against my chest and sticks her tongue out at me.
“I guess, if we are soulmates, we would’ve been destined to find each other no matter what,” she says thoughtfully. “If it hadn’t been me, if Vanessa hadn’t killed my parents. If Anderson had never been murdered. Maybe, in another universe, the two of us are living very normal, mundane lives, waiting to find each other.”
“Maybe in another universe, we’re lying in bed and trying to come up with a more interesting story,” I joke.
“In that universe, we probably met at a bar,” she whispers. “So boring and cliché. But I would have seduced you back to a dark corner to have my wicked way with you.”
“And I would leave, thinking about how I had the best sex of my life with someone I’ll never see again.”
“But we’d keep finding each other.” She giggles, resting her head on my chest. “And we’d freak out about the random coincidences.”
“Or you’d accuse me of stalking you,” I joke, remembering when we first met.
“But secretly, I’d be flattered.” She sighs happily. “Because in any universe, I would love having your attention.”
“I probably love you in every universe.”
She snorts and calls me cheesy, but I don’t mind. She makes me stay stupid shit that I’m feeling. I would get the shit kicked out of me if I said it around the guys.
“Well, if we are soulmates, we should probably make it official.”
She sits up and turns to stare at me. I smirk at her palpable excitement.
“Hex, what are you saying?” Her voice is tinged with a joy she can’t contain.
I close my eyes and pretend to sleep, but she shakes me until I can’t pretend any longer. I pull her into my arms and ask her if she’ll marry me. She kisses me hard, straddling and grinding against me until I’m hard again. Like I said, she’s impatient.
EPILOGUE
Two Days Later
The clock on the wall says it’s 2:01. We were supposed to start at 2:00. I chew the inside of my lip, trying to hide my anxiety. Pocus will give me so much shit if he catches me acting like a nervous fool. He wasn’t entirely thrilled about us having the wedding in the room where we have church.
“You’re the one always complaining about the women congregating in the kitchen,” he’d groaned when I broached the subject two days ago. “If we let them into the meeting room, they’ll never leave. And then church is going to end up being an hour of them comparing sex positions.”
“Is that really what they talk about?” Seer asks, a hint of panic in his eyes. “Do they sit around and compare their sex lives?”
“I can’t say for sure,” Pocus says darkly. “But Abigail has gotten a lot friskier since she met Juliana. She’s either picked up some new tips or she’s trying to trick me into having another baby.”
“But you want another kid,” I point out. “You’ve been talking about it since your dick started working again.”
