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“I need to know, Aslan. I need to understand.”
“And I’ll tell you everything. I won’t leave out a single moment.”
Her eyes locked on mine.
I waited to see if she would demand to know everything now or...later.
Finally, she swallowed, rolled her bare shoulders, and said, “I have so many questions. I need to learn who you are now, but...I know enough that you’re still mine. Still him. Still the shipwrecked boy I fell madly in love with.” Her eyes flamed blue. “After.”
“After,” I breathed.
With a soft moan, she leaped on me.
Chapter Fifty
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Nerida
AGE: 25 YRS OLD
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(Love in Chinese: Ài)
HE STUMBLED AND FELL BACKWARD ON THE bed.
I’d expected him to catch me. He always caught me.
He was still the same delicious man I’d known and loved all my life. His body might be covered in silver rounded scars, but he rippled with power. His biceps bulged, his forearms ropey with veins and strength, and his stomach etched with muscles even larger than when I’d last seen him flying through the air, thanks to that awful Uber driver.
Yet his balance seemed a little off.
His mouth came down on mine, distracting me entirely as he flipped me onto my back and shoved me higher up the bed. The dynamics of him shirtless and me fully naked sent my pulse skyrocketing.
I didn’t know if Teddy and Eddie had taken Ayla to my parents for the night or if they were in their rooms, quiet as mice, giving us privacy.
Either way, I needed to be silent.
But with every touch, my breath caught and my lungs burned and the urge to cry and scream and launch into rapturous happiness only to huddle in a corner in panic had me locking my teeth together.
This is real.
He’s here.
Please, please don’t be imagining this.
Too many times I’d woken from a similar dream only to slam into reality, leaving me wet and unsatisfied, heartbroken and miserable.
He’s alive.
He’s here.
Slightly damaged and quietly secretive but alive.
I kissed him harder, pouring every part of me into him. I wanted him to taste how much I’d missed him. To feel my blind loyalty, shaky guilt, and absolute mad belief that he would return.
He’d once told me he would come back if he was able.
