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His laugh is soft like him, and I’m fucking smitten when he presses a kiss to the corner of my jaw. “Thank you.”
I swallow, my chest rising and falling too fast. “Sure thing, Z.”
“You don’t have to stay. I’m okay now.”
Anger rises up within me. He can’t even support his body fully. Ignoring his words, I grip him by the waist and ease us both into the shower. When I glance back up at his face, I see tears spilling down his cheeks. My face scrunches up in worry, but he just shakes his head. I don’t know when his tears will stop, but I’m not leaving until they do.
“Was this because I played your song on stage?” I ask.
He shakes his head, wet locks swaying. “I think it was a culmination of things. This has been the most I’ve been off my… routine. Traveling overseas. Spending time with all of you. And then witnessing how you turned my words into something incredible on stage. It made me feel… guilty.”
“Guilty over what, Z?” I turn him around and pull his back against my chest under the spray of water. My arms lock tightly around him, supporting some of his weight.
“I can’t…” He shakes his head furiously, and I nuzzle my head into his neck, pressing lingering kisses there.
“Okay,” I whisper, grateful for even the little sliver of him he’s offered me. “I can respect that.”
Once we’re scrubbed clean and dressed in fresh boxers, we move to his bed. I don’t even ask, just climb under the blankets. He sprawls his long body over my waist, and I can’t help but give his full ass a satisfying squeeze.
“This view is not helping me relax,” I admit.
His head tilts around until he’s looking back at me with those fucking innocent eyes. We stay like that for a while, memorizing each other. Occasionally, I brush light fingers through his hair or over his cheekbone.
“Why dragons?” he asks softly, fingers trailing the lines of ink up my ribs.
I’m happy to give up details of my life if it’s a distraction from whatever haunts him. “I don’t know. I guess I thought they’d bring me good luck. Something about the two different dragons, one black and one white, settled with me when I spotted them. Like it’s me fighting against the doubtful, critical part of my brain. And they look badass.“
He rolls his eyes on a soft laugh.
Eventually, we switch on the TV, drawn into watchingJohn Wick 4.
“There is no way he could live after falling down that many stairs,” I mutter, my fingers toying with locks of his hair.
Z chuckles. “If that’s the only unrealistic thing you’re going to call out in this movie, then there’s something wrong with you.”
I ruffle his hair, and he nips at my stomach.
“You mesmerize me,” he says, kissing where he bit me.
I suck in a breath, feeling my dick thickening for another round. All he has to do is blow air in my general direction and I’m turned on. “Is that why you keep hanging around?”
Z crawls up my body, looming over me. My throat constricts as my heart thumps heavily. “That, and my job.” His nose scrunches. “If I even have a job anymore.”
My expression contorts in union with the sharp cut of pain in my chest. “I talked to Liam. He understands.”
Z frowns. “He shouldn’t. He needs someone reliable.”
Then his mouth is on mine. We take our time, swapping slow, tender kisses, wholly in the moment while John Wick pops off a few hundred people behind us.
I run my hands up his perfect body, needing more of his silky skin. More of him. More of his heart. Whatever he can give me. I hook fingers into the waistband of his underwear and drag them down. Quickly kicking off the blankets and my own boxers, I pull him closer until our dicks rest against each other, giving me delicious pressure and an image I’ll be jacking off to for the rest of my life.
“God, this is insane. I don’t think I can get enough of you, Z,” I say, heart beating rapidly against my ribcage.
His smile is genuine, and I can’t help but flip him over, straddling his hips. His gaze on me is heated, his body wriggling beneath me.
“So eager. Do you like when I take charge?” I ask, my voice low and deep with lust.
“Yes,” he whispers, his eyelids fluttering.
