Page 108 of 4-Ever

“Then you know what to do.” She finished the rest of her drink, handed me the glass, and nodded. “I’m heading back to bed.”

“Thanks, Ci.”

“It’s after 2 am, go get some sleep,” she called out as she headed back down the hallway.

I swallowed the rest of my drink, placed both glasses in the sink, and spread out on the sofa. Well, spread out was pushing it. It was pretty cramped for a guy my size, but I made do. I’d slept in far worse places.

No matter what, though, Faise was by my side.

Fuck, the thought of spending one night apart from him gave me a weird, painful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I reasoned it was the vodka, but my heart beating double time told me I was a fool.

I’d never sleep here. Those angry words between me and Faise would keep me up all night. So, I got up and headed for the door. When I stepped outside, Valen and Petyr were standing guard as usual.

“I’m going back to my bus.”

They nodded, and Petyr fell into line beside me, walking me over. It was a short trip, but I guess our security meant business when they said they were on high alert.

When I got to our bus, I opened the door as quietly as I could.

I climbed the stairs, and spotted Rae asleep on the couch, Faise beside him. I walked over to him, slow steps, until Faise opened his eyes.

“Ro?”

“Come on, baby, let’s go to bed.”

“Am I dreaming again?”

“No. I’m right here, real as can be.”

He rubbed his eyes, and his hair was sticking up on end. My heart clenched hard. He was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“Are you still angry?”

I shook my head. “We’ll talk about it in the morning. I’m sorry I ran out of here.”

Then, there was no more time for discussion. I bent over, picked him up, and carried him down to our bunk. I laid him down, and slid in beside him, pulled over the duvet, then closed the curtains.

I was still sweaty from the concert, but too exhausted to care.

Faise was in my arms. Nothing else mattered.

Faise

I woke up, confused. And hot, sweaty, and hard.

I blinked, and realized I was lying on top of Ronin. Somehow, my t-shirt was gone, and so was his, one arm slung above his head.

He came back.

I leaned down, nuzzling my face in his pec, then kissed my way over to the slope of his armpit. I inhaled his scent, rubbing my face against him. Fuck, I wanted to lick him all over. Every fucking inch.

No. Stop it. I could not let my dick distract me. We needed to talk.

“Baby?” he whispered.

I stared up at him, at the blue eyes that were home to me.

“I'm sorry I read your journal,” he whispered. “As soon as I recognized your handwriting, I should have put it away. That's a total violation of your privacy and I get it if you're still angry with me. But, since I did read it, I also wish you’d told me sooner. About how you felt.”

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