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“I like your dick.”
“I’m aware,” he replied.
“How many donuts could you—”
“Nine the last time I checked,” he said before I could finish. I gasped. He didn’t!
“Ian!”
“What?” he exclaimed. “It was a weird fucking weekend with Roan and Axel! It involved a Walmart trip, three dozen donuts, and a weird fucking dare.”
“I don’t even want to know—I do, but I don’t.”
“I beat them by one fucking donut,” he told me with more pride than any man should have about donuts on his dick. “They were one inch thick. Roan checked. It means my dick is—”
“I know what it means!” I cut him off, giggling. “Please, tell me the three of you didn’t eat the donuts after…”
“Fuck no! We did eat the extras though. It was still a waste of fucking donuts.”
“Of course.” I smiled. Scooting closer, I pressed a kiss to his scruffy jawline. This man and his donuts. “Why do you like donuts so much anyway?”
“They make me think of you,” he answered. “More specifically of the day I walked you home from Waverly’s.”
“Oh.” Emotion clogged my throat. It was a silly thing until he said that. Honestly, I just thought he liked the sugar.
“Don’t get me fucking wrong, I’ve always liked donuts, but now… now, I think of you whenever I eat them,” he continued. “It’s not the only way I carry you with me.”
He turned his head to show off the tattoo on his neck. The intricate design was geometric with a downward-facing arrow with choppy pieces to create a compass in the middle. Two black birds flew around the compass while a small one flew over the feathers on the arrow. Written in Roman numerals on one side of the compass…
Oh.
My chest tightened.
April nineteenth…
“That’s beautiful,” I whispered, blinking back tears. Bittersweet and beautiful.
“I wanted to carry both of you with me always,” Killian told me softly.
“For such a tough guy, you’re awfully sweet.”
“Don’t go telling people that.” He kissed me chastely. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”
I made a sound, completely unimpressed by the tough guy reputation. Despite how intensely he’d changed in three years, so much of him was the same. He was a blend of old and new—things I could find comfort in and things I wanted to discover.
I wanted to be like him. I wanted the past to build and change me for the better instead of letting it destroy me. There was no doubt he’d had his struggles, but he’d grown with them. I could stand to do a lot more growing.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, those dark eyes searching mine. I didn’t have the words to explain to him the overwhelming emotions crashing together inside me, so I kissed him. His mouth slid across mine as I wiggled closer. His fingers curled around my neck, and I moaned.
And then the back door slammed open. Both of us lurched upward. I scrambled away from him, feeling a lot like a teenager caught doing something I shouldn’t have as my heart galloped in my chest.
“Don’t mind me, darlings,” Maeve seethed as she stormed through the house.
“Mom,” Declan growled, hot on her heels. The rest of the Byrnes were right behind him in the weirdest angry parade I’d ever seen.
“I’m going to kill him, Declan. Don’t you dare try to stop me,” she snapped back. Oh, no. Whatever else she said was lost as she disappeared down the hallway.
“Fuck.” Killian was on his feet before the word left his mouth. “You stay.”
