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Oaklynn shrugged as if it didn’t signify before she sighed sadly. “It seems so strange to me that I didn’t know her while she was alive. Her personality’s just so big and encompassing. I never would’ve guessed that she…”
“It doesn’t sound like she’s changed much,” I admitted, glad for that. It would’ve sucked if she’d turned into a bitter, revenge-seeking spirit.
“Good,” Oaklynn slurred, and her lashes wavered. “I’m glad I got to know the real her at least.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
When she shut her eyes completely, I leaned down and kissed her brow. She murmured an exhausted sigh, and I pulled away to stand up and leave, not really wanting to go but also curious to hear what my friends were planning in the kitchen.
As soon as I turned my back to the bed, however, Oaklynn sleepily asked, “Where are you going?”
“Oh.” I paused and hung onto the doorframe as I glanced back. “I was just gonna crash on the couch tonight.”
But she shook her head and reached out her hand. “Don’t you dare leave me alone right now.”
My heart jerked with joy, but I hesitated. “You sure?”
“Damien…” her tired voice warned. “Get in this bed. Right now.”
That was all the prodding I needed.
Closing the door behind me, I returned to the mattress and lifted the covers to crawl in beside her.
Oaklynn immediately curled around me, and together, we sighed in unison.
It’d been way too long since we’d last cuddled like this.
“There,” she murmured, already half out of it. “Now, I can sleep.” And she went completely lax against me.
Gathering her close, I kissed her temple and then shuddered out a breath before a host of tears filled my eyes.
“Thank you,” I rasped hoarsely, hoping I wasn’t holding her too hard. “Thank you for not dying tonight.”
I don’t know what I would’ve done without her.
Without saying anything, she stroked my forearm and went back to sleep.
From there, I curled myself around her and thanked whoever was listening for keeping her safe and okay.
37
OAKLYNN
When I woke, my head was nestled on a firm, warm chest, my arm was slung across a flat abdomen, and one of my legs was thrown over a solid thigh with my knee coming to rest against a firm, phallic-shaped bulge.
Realizing I was wrapped around Damien, and he was hard as hell, I felt my pussy clench and then tingle in response, already preparing for all that delicious hardness.
My eyes fluttered open.
“Morning,” he rumbled under me from a sleep-logged voice as he stretched his arms over his head.
My knee shifted across his erection, and I nearly whimpered in need when it flexed under the contact. It’d been five days since he’d last been inside me.
That suddenly felt likewaytoo long of a wait.
Lifting my face, I glanced up into his whiskey eyes. “How did you know I was awake?”
He smiled affectionately and drifted his fingers along my cheek. “Your eyelashes moved against my chest.”
