Page 54 of Found In Destruction

“Because it wasn’t, and we both know you’re going to stay here tonight regardless. Get in the bed.”

We climbed into bed, facing each other. He snuggled his face into my chest, and the feeling of his lips brushing my skin was familiar. It felt like home.

“How long do you think we’ll last this time before you break my heart and we’re at each other’s throats again?”

The worst part about his statement wasn’t that he thought I’d hurt him, or the real possibility of him hurting me. It was that he sounded resigned to it, as if it was the only possible conclusion to our story.

I took his chin between my fingers, tipping his head up so I could see his ice blue eyes. “That’s not happening again. The only two people I’ll ever want for eternity are in this house.”

His mouth gaped open, and he looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing it, with no words coming out.

“Take the night to subconsciously let it sink in, but know that come morning, this push and pull between us is done. You’re mine, and she is too. I’m done pretending otherwise.”

He didn’t break his silence, nodding instead before he buried his face in my neck. I rubbed circles into his back, and he eventually fell asleep.

Get your rest, Michael. Tomorrow is the start of a whole new era.

23

DIANA

“Birdie, we need to wake up soon,” Bash whispered in my ear.

I lifted my head from his chest, almost horrified at the amount of drool I left behind while sleeping. Almost. That was on him for setting up a dreamscape where he let me sleep this way.

“You can’t make me leave this paradise,” I whined.

Bash dropped us in a glamping tree house in a forest in the middle of nowhere. There were no bugs, or critters. Just us, a bottle or two of my favorite red wine, and chicken fingers with honey mustard dipping sauce, his guilty pleasure snack. He had one-upped himself with the amount of thought and planning he put into these dream dates.

He pulled me on top of him, burying his face into my neck. Then he gave me the loudest, wettest, most uncharacteristic raspberry in the history of raspberries. I screamed as I tried to push him away, but he held me in place as he continued to assault my skin.

“Sebastian?!” I cackled. “Who are you, and what have you done with my broody, moody incubus? Are you his sexy evil twin?”

He rolled his eyes, but that didn’t hide the flicker of jealousy that flashed in them. “You better not be giving my less attractive, not-as-sexy evil twin any of this,” he said as he grabbed my pussy.

The dream around us started to shake, and I heard the chimes of my alarm float in the distance.

LG! Wake up! It’s time to see your mom!Ares’ voice came in loud and clear. I had almost forgotten that I fell asleep between him and Bash last night.

“It’s time to get up…” I trailed off, anxious about seeing my mom today.

“Same time tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you the whole time, Birdie.”

When I opened my eyes, there were a pair of bright hazel eyes staring back at me. Ares’ face was mere centimeters away from my own, and his body weighed mine down.

“Ares,” I gasped. “Get off me.”

He rolled off and out of bed, picking my naked ass up and carrying me bridal style to the bathroom. After he placed me on the open toilet, he started the water in the shower.

“You should pee first, just in case you can get a UTI from dream-sex,” he suggested, like it was medically proven and a perfectly normal thing to do.

“Um…can you leave…I’d like some privacy, you shower pirate.”

“He does that to me all the time too,” Zaz said as he walked into the bathroom and searched through the medicine cabinet for something. “Ares, if someone is in here, you need to ask first before you just walk in.”

How the fuck is he able to say that, the hypocrite.

“Says the man who just waltz in here and pretended to look for moisturizer to see Diana’s titties,” Ares scoffed. “And I carried her in here with me—loophole.”

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