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“Don’t reward him for that,” Tera says with a horrified gasp.

My eyes narrow on her. “He deserves to be spoiled. He’s letting loose and making a stand. I’m supporting it.”

“I can’t wait for this,” Andi tells me with glee. “I can tell you a bunch of stuff he likes.”

“Good. I can make a game out of it.” I go back to making the lackluster tea with a scowl.

“Why did I think getting you two together was a good idea?” Tera shakes her head but she’s smiling softly.

“Because you’re smart,” I give her a pointed look. “I’m not giving him back.”

“I love her,” Andi tells Tera with a grin. “He was in such a good mood when he got out of the bar last night.”

“I know,” Tera looks disgusted.

“I want to promote that too,” I mutter as I set the tea at the edge of the counter and look at the closed door again.

“Not in front of me, please?” Tera whines.

My eyes flick to her, taking in her wan complexion. “Do I owe? I forgot everyone else was there.”

“On my birthday?” She raises her eyebrows.

“Your birthday is tomorrow. The party was a warm-up. Your second gift is in the truck.”

“Aw, you remember?” She tears up and I rear back warily.

“Yes, I remember.”

Andi giggles and rubs Tera’s back soothingly. She’s worth having around just for that. If Andi can handle the sudden mood swings and stop the crying she’s worth her weight in gold.

I look back to the closed door and start frowning again. What is taking him so long?

21. Sensitive

Shade

I have to wait for the cramping in my thighs to settle before I can stand and clean up. If she keeps making me cum that hard I’m going to have a heart attack.

I grin at the thought.

I dress and make the bed out of habit. She wreaked havoc with a smile last night. Of course she loves chaos instead of order. It’s something she feels. I’m going to enjoy pulling that side of her out every time I clean something. My trained obsession with cleanliness is going to work in my favor here.

I look over at the laptop and shut everything down, putting the figurine back together with a relieved smile.

I wonder how she would have reacted if I’d introduced myself and confessed all my sins right away. Would she have ripped my clothes off right then?

The knowledge that she’s wanted me for so long has my chest aching in reaction. While I was wrestling with emotion she had already decided she wanted me. I feel cheated at the wasted time. I was stuck in bullshit and she was watching me and panting the way I like. I can always tell when she’s straining with her control by her breathing. Thank God. Otherwise I would be floundering and wondering if she liked anything I do.

Not that she would be quiet if she didn’t.

I look at the figurine in my hand and the pajamas on my bed. I take in the sterile walls of this place that I haven’t bothered to make a home. It’s a blank slate.

A depressing hotel room.

Seeing it all through her eyes makes me frown. I don’t want to be a blank piece of wallpaper with her. She’s shifting everything with an ease that’s a little frightening. So many pieces of me are coalescing that I can’t draw a line between them all anymore.

I was a boy who helped his mother survive a tragedy. A young adult who took vengeance into his own hands. A man who was respected in his profession. Then, a man stunned by his parentage. The lies and betrayals I never saw coming.

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