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Except, now we exchanged hot morning kisses. And cum. And we held hands.

I loved that. All of it.

God, listen to yourself. I sounded like Brodie and Holls.

Not that that was a bad thing. Just unexpected.

I mean, I’ve loved Ronin all my life. First as my best friend, then, as the man I wanted more than anyone else. I didn’t think I could feel any more for him.

But I was so wrong.

Because after last night, I was ready to do something I’ve never, ever done. Yup, I was ready to write that fucking rock ballad. Me. I probably had gigantic heart eyes that everyone could see.

Fuck it. I was too happy to care what anyone else thought.

Just as I was opening my second suitcase, I heard a phone buzz. Shit, it was mine. I’d all but forgotten about it for the past day or so. I searched the room and finally located it in the jeans I had on yesterday. When I glanced at the screen, I saw my brother’s name.

“Hey bro, what’s up?” I answered.

“What’s up? Are you kidding me? Are you okay?”

“Of course, why?”

“Dude, your face and Ronin’s is all over the news, not to mention that guy who attacked you. I’ve been texting like crazy and worried out of my mind.”

Shit, I’d been so caught up with Ronin and his sister, I forgot to warn my own family. I probably had dozens of frantic voicemails and texts.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I better call Mom and Dad, too,” I paused and ran a hand over my face. “I’m fine. Ronin is too. Well, he was cut and had stitches, and I have a bruise on my face, but we’re okay. It’s Ciara we’re worried about. That asshole who attacked us was her boyfriend. He’s been abusing her.”

“Oh no. Where is she now?”

“Ronin just took her to a therapy appointment. She’s going to stay with us for a while. The guy’s a cop, so she’s frightened as hell and doesn’t want to go back to New York.”

“No doubt. I’m glad she’s staying with you guys. Are you living with Ronin now?”

“Um—”

Oops.

“Yeah. Well, I think. I mean, temporarily. I’m here for now. Or longer? I don’t know.”

“Faise?”

“Yeah?”

“You sound drunk? Are you sure you’re all right?”

Drunk? Maybe on love. And dick. But definitely not from alcohol. But maybe I needed a drink for this conversation.

“Not drunk, but Ronin and I…we—” Holy fuck, I was shaking now, barely able to hold my phone. “We slept together. I mean, it’s more than that. You know how I feel about him.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“I do know. You’ve loved him since you were ten. And now, it’s more? I’m so happy for you guys! Finally.”

“Really? I thought you’d tell me this was nuts.”

“Are you kidding? The way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world? Not to mention all the touching and calling you ‘boo’? I mean, I know friends can be affectionate, but still. Anyone with eyes knows what’s going on with you two. Mom and Dad called it years ago.”

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