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“To make sure my pores are clear when I go to bed,” I say with as much seriousness as I can muster. She snorts. “They’re Hayden’s,” I clarify.
“Ah, for when he removes his Jack Sparrow disguise,” she confirms, nodding with a smile.
“That’sCaptainJack Sparrow to you, missy.” I tap the end of her nose with my finger as her makeup-free face beams up at me.
We sit on my bed, eating greasy Chinese food and watching Mermaids, which as far as I can tell is the worst fucking film I’ve ever seen but Elle says it’s one of her favourites, so I let it slide.
“So, what did your parents say?” I ask around a mouthful of kung pao chicken.
She swallows her bite of Singapore noodle and slumps her shoulders. “Dad told me I’m not longer his daughter.”
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath. I’m so fucking pissed. Elle loves to rebel against her parents, rile them up and start arguments that give her the chance to call them out on their bullshit. But deep down, my girl wants their approval. She’s been waiting for the moment that they turn around and tell her they’re proud of her. Denying her as their daughter is breaking her, and I honestly want to march over to Maxwell Mansion and punch that guy in his stupid fucking face.
“Well, he said he would disown meunlessI break off this whole thing.”
“I see.”
She looks at me wide eyed and worried. “I told him I wouldn’t!”
“I know, sweetheart.” I cup her cheek and pull her in for a kiss. “I’m sorry you’re going through this.”
“It’s okay, I’m feeling a lot better now. You always make me feel better.” Her eyes hold mine and her tongue slowly traces her bottom lip. I want her but there are issues that need airing. We’vehad plenty of group sex since we became a thing, but Elle and I haven’t been together just the two of us since the dinner with her parents.
“I love you,” she surprises me with those three little words. “I realised I haven’t said that to you since…well, you know, and I need you to know that I love you, Lance. You’ve always been my person.”
“Fuck, I love you, Elle. So much. I…” swallowing hard, I try to find the right words. “I’m sorry for everything that happened before. It was stupid. I loved you so much and I wanted you with me and then this fear overshadowed everything. A fear that I would end up unintentionally hurting you, so I thought the only way to stop that was tointentionallyhurt you. It was such a huge fuck up.”
“It’s okay, I understand now.” She takes the plates off the bed and sets them on the nightstand so she can huddle into my chest and hook her leg over mine.
“And…the last time you and I…what happened after the meal with your parents…”
“Technically, we didn’t stay for the meal,” she quips with amusement.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry that happened like that. I wanted you so badly that rationality sort of dissolved, and I was selfish. You deserve more than that.”
“I wanted it too, Lance. I felt like shit after, but I knew what I was doing. What’s done is done. We’re good now, I promise.”
I roll over her and kiss her sweetly, her soft little pants and wandering fingers driving me wild. Elle helps me pull my t-shirt over my head while using her heels to coax my sweats down my legs. I strip her and bury my head between her thighs until she comes with a cry. Our lips never leave each other as I sink home and make love to my woman until neither of us can go any more. We clean ourselves, clear the food and plates away, and redress, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
45
HAYDEN
Well, now isn’t that a beautiful sight.
Lance lays on his back with one arm bent under his pillow. Elle’s dark, plum-coloured hair fanned over his bare chest. At some point in the night, the duvet has migrated to the bottom corner and is now hanging on for dear life. Lance’s red plaid pyjama bottoms have been wriggled so low that the neatly trimmed hair over his pubis is peeking over the waistband. Bare, tanned, and smooth legs tangle with his and Elle’s top half is swamped by one of Lance’s grey t-shirts as her cheek rests over one perfectly formed pectoral.
Thanks to the super-sonic blackout blinds, the only light into the room is spilling in from the hallway where I’ve left the door wide open. I place the three mugs I am balancing on the bedside table, the soft knock causing Lance’s eyes to spring open. After blinking a couple times, he looks up at me in confusion before a slow, sexy smile spreads across his face. He glances down to see Elle still asleep on his chest and the arm beneath her wraps round to pull her closer.
“Hey,” he croaks.
“Hey, handsome.”
“What time is it?” He frowns and I can’t help the devilish grin that spreads across my face.
“Eight-thirty.”
His eyes widen and his smile drops. “Fuck off. Is it?”
