Page 84 of Glamour & Gumballs

Damn, that sounded cheesy.

But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it might be true.

We walked off the plane a few minutes later, and were in the back seat of an armored vehicle a few minutes after that.

“Do we really need this much protection?” I murmured to Rhett, as we pulled away from the small airport after buckling up. Rhett was sitting in the middle of the bench, as if it wasn’t the least-comfortable spot in the vehicle, and I was on his right.

His hand landed on my thigh, his grip light though the touch was clearly possessive. “No. It’s just the Society’s protocols when it comes to the shows. It’s better to be too protective than to risk anyone’s life.”

“Is that why you made me buckle my seatbelt before you left my old apartment?”

His lips curved upward. “No. I made you buckle because you looked like you were going to bail the moment I turned away, and the seatbelt’s click would give me more time to react.”

I snorted. “Clever asshole.”

He chuckled. “I’m not a beginner.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, watching the scenery around us as we drove. The coastal town was gorgeous, both quaint and cozy.

I’d never lived outside a big city, so that was going to be new. I couldn’t say I’d miss the noise and hustle. Especially after living nearly a month on the Survival island.

“Let’s never go out in the rain again,” I said, my gaze lingering on the way the sun’s rays kissed the buildings around us.

“Agreed.”

We stayed quiet for the last fifteen minutes of the drive.

Soon enough, the vehicle was parked in front of a nice beach home that I recognized from the pictures Christina had sent.

Rhett’s house was beautiful.

Large windows made the ocean view such a permanent fixture that I barely noticed anything else.

“So you own this place?” I asked, standing on the sidewalk in front of it. “We haven’t talked about finances. Or much else in the real-world.”

We probably should’ve done that.

Shit.

I didn’t know what our life would look like together, or what he expected from me after we were mated. Or?—

He stepped up behind me, his body steady against my back. I let out a quick breath at the sudden pressure.

His hand landed on my hip, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning against him a little. “We’ll talk about everything,” he said.

The words were simple, but eased my fear.

“I don’t know how to have a relationship,” I admitted.

“I don’t know how to have a successful relationship. We’ll figure it out together.”

That did sound good.

He led me up the steps to the front door, his chest still against my back as we moved together. When he typed in a code to unlock the large double doors, he didn’t try to hide it from me.

1201.

“My mom’s birthday,” he explained. “We always had the same codes for everything. We gave each other privacy, but having the same code would make an emergency much easier.”

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