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“Do you want to go back to California?”
Back to California. Not back home.
I open my eyes and blink away the water. Hercules’s cheeks are flushed from the heat of the shower and from the way he fucked me up against the wall, and he looks…surprisingly vulnerable. Like he’s trying his hardest to keep his face neutral, in case I want to get on a plane within the next hour.
“Doyouwant to go back to California?”
“That doesn’t—”
I put my hand over his ridiculously perfect lips. “Don’t you dare tell me that what you want doesn’t matter. Do you want to go back to California, or would you rather live here?”
Hercules looks away and opens his mouth.
“Don’t tell me yet. Really think about it.”
His eyes crinkle, the gold turning wicked and dark, and he licks my palm with his entire tongue.
“Ew.”
Hercules grabs my hand before I can pull it away and sucks on one of my fingertips. “How’s this?”
“Also gross.”
“Baby.”
I laugh at him, because he isnotdoing this right now. “Stop.”
“Don’t lie. You like it.”
“Now you have to answer me. What do you want? It seems like you want to live here.”
He shrugs, and even hisshrugis beautiful and a little shy. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him shy before, but it’s hot. God, why is hesohot?
“I think it would be good to stay. My dad is here.”
I cannot help what happens to my face. I’m literally helpless. Hercules watches it happen, his eyebrows raised, and when I’m about to perish in the shower from the sheer cuteness of the moment, he sticks out his index finger and pokes at my bottom lip.
“Wow. I didn’t know you could get your lip that far forward.”
He pokes it again, and I open my teeth and bite his finger. Hercules laughs. “You look like an emoji.”
“I feel like an emoji! Did you just call Zeus your dad? You want to stay here forhim?” I put both hands over my heart. “I’m going to cry.”
“Don’t.”
“There’s no way I can stop it. There are tears.” I point at my eyes, which are generally wet from the shower, but I can feel the emotions gathering.
“Baby.” He takes my face gently in his hands. “At least cry for a good reason. Here. Get on your knees, and you can choke on my—”
I let out a scandalized gasp, which Hercules completely ignores in favor of pushing me to my knees. Somehow, he’s already hard again. His penis is practically godlike.
“You can choke on my cock,” he finishes in that same soft voice.
I look up at him through the water droplets and the warm haze of happiness. His eyes look lighter than usual. Happier. They’re glowing with affection, and he’s just told me I can choke on his cock.
I love him.
“I want to stay, too.”
