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“I look forward to doing that again,” I say, settling back in his lap.

He smiles, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I giggle at that, linking my arms around his neck. “I sure hope not. I plan on tormenting you for years to come.”

He seems to like this idea. “I can’t wait.”

And because the universe hates me, my receiver chooses that moment to sound an alarm, telling me that my blood sugar is going up with two arrows. I may or may not have forgotten to dose because of my excitement for our date.

Whoops.

Feeling the mood quickly obliterated, I grab on to my pump and reattach it to my body, giving myself a correction so I don’t spend the whole night high. But given my past experiences with situations like this, I’d say that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

“I’ll go get you some waters,” he tells me, placing a kiss on my forehead before heading towards the kitchen.

I smile after him, once again floored by his thoughtfulness and chivalry.

Like a knight in shining armor.

Journal Entry 56

I’ll never forget the day I told my team I was leaving the SEALs. We were on base after a mission, and I pulled them aside during dinner to tell them the news. Atticus stormed out and called me a traitor. Grant stood there and stared like he had never seen me before. Claire told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

And Ian, I had never seen such a look of betrayal. I knew in that moment he had lost all of his trust and faith in me, things Ian doesn’t give out to just anyone. I could feel the wall sliding into place between us, between all of us.

Ever since my mother died, I never had anyone I could rely on. No one at school, no one at CPS, no one in my fosters’ homes. But no matter what, my teammates had my back, especially our five-person troop. They reminded me what it meant to give a shit about someone, and to have them give a shit in return.

And I threw that in their faces.

I Can’t Avoid the Lightning

Beth is currently sitting next to me on the couch, where the two of us are eating oatmeal and watching the Downton Abbey season five Christmas special. As invested as I am with this show, I can hardly pay any attention. My eyes are glued to Beth—to the way her blonde curls frame her face, to the way her lips close over her spoon, to the way her lashes flutter as she blinks. The moans she gave me as she came on my hand play through my mind as if they were still happening. I can feel the way her pussy contracted around my fingers and how her body responded to my touch.

“Staring is considered rude, you know.” She gives me a sly smile, never looking away from the screen.

“Do you honestly think I care about being rude?”

She chuckles, leaning her side against mine. “No. You’re edgy like that.”

I cringe, wrapping an arm around her neck. “You make me sound like a high school boy.”

She shakes her head, taking another bite of oatmeal. “Not a high school boy. More like a bad boy in an enemies-to-lovers fanfic.”

Oddly specific. “Read a lot of those kinds of fanfictions?”

“Not as much as I did as a teenager. Now I read AU fanfics and reader inserts.”

I have no clue what any of that means, so I don’t bother questioning it. “I find it hard to believe teenagers swoon over glorified serial killers like me.”

She sighs, just like she always does when I don’t understand something relating to media or pop culture. “First of all, you’re not a glorified serial killer. Second, those fics aren’t targeted towards teenagers, that’s just who primarily reads them. Third, those characters are swooned over because straight women love a man who would kill for them.”

Is that so? “Do you group yourself amongst those women?”

“I think that answer is pretty obvious,” she says, a little haughtily.

“I have to read one of these fanfictions,” I decide.

She huffs out a laugh at that, kissing the side of my hand. “I think reading one of those books would give you a stroke. They’re very explicit.”

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