Page 69 of Magnetic God

As scary as it is to trust him, I do feel like our cards are on the table and there’s nothing between us now. No lies. No wives. No losses that we should have told each other. Just truth. And hope.

We reach my room, and he stops to look around.

“This feels like home, Angel.”

I smile because I know what he means.

Another yawn escapes and I say, “Yikes. I’m fading fast.”

“Let’s get you out of this dress, because I know you’re going to be asleep before your head hits the pillow.”

I spin so he can unzip me. Part of me wants to let the dress fall to the ground, but I also love it, so I take it off and pad to my closet, hanging it on a hanger. My bra comes off next, leaving me in just my thong. Should I put on a shirt or not? I rarely sleep in anything, but I don’t want him to think that I’m trying to seduce him.

“Angel?”

I laugh at myself and call out, “Sorry. Trying to decide if I should come out in what I’d normally wear to bed or not.”

“Do whatever is going to make you comfortable.”

Fuck it.

I walk out of the closet to find him in nothing but his boxers. Time has been kind to him. His muscular body is harder, and there’s ink that wasn’t there the last time I saw him. Of course, I can’t say anything because I didn’t have any tattoos six years ago. The tattoo on his neck looks fresh and matches the one on his left ring finger.

I’m moving before I can stop myself until I’m close enough to reach out and touch his neck.

“Does this have something to do with the Brotherhood?”

His throat bobs as he swallows, as if he’s affected by my touch.

“It does.” He shakes his head. “Angel, I don’t know how it’s possible, but you’re even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you.”

“Funny. I was just thinking the same about you.” I tilt my head toward the bed. “Still sleep on the right side?”

He nods.

“Good. Because I still like to cuddle. Is that okay?”

“More than okay, Angel.”

Rounding the bed, I pull back the bedding. He does the same and we climb in. A moment later, my back is pressed against his chest and his arm is around my waist. We exhale at the same time.

“Night, Angel.”

“Good night, Kitten.”

19

Brooks

It’s hard as hell leaving Hannah the next morning. She’s sleeping peacefully, but I know I have to go or I’m going to be late.

“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her bare shoulder.

Her eyes flutter open. “What time is it?”

“Early. I should be back by the end of the week.”

She nods. “Okay.”

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