Page 61 of Glamour & Gumballs

Our room.

I couldn’t risk turning her on too much while there were other men around us, so I only allowed myself to kiss her neck lightly. “I’ll make you happy here, if you let me,” I said simply.

I wanted to tell her that I’d fuck her on every surface in the house.

That I’d make love to her pressed against a window, so she could watch the waves while she came undone on my cock.

That we’d talk while we cooked together, decide which of the Society’s jobs to work and reject together, and just overall enjoy life together.

But without a conversation, I didn’t know where her mind was at.

So, I had to be careful about the overbearing thing. Being too much was a good way to chase her into someone else’s arms.

We sat down on a porch swing that had never been used and watched the waves together until her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep in my arms, both in the illusion and in real life.

It wasn’t the conversation I wanted to have, but it would have to do.

fourteen

ERIN

I woke up early again the next day and went out to walk along the beach through the sunrise like I had the day before.

It was a good way to start a day.

Though it was still drizzling, it had eased up enough to be peaceful. My coat helped with that too.

Biting my lip, I paused after a particularly rough wave and stared out at the horizon.

It was beautiful, but that wasn’t on my mind.

Rhett was.

He was…

Well, I didn’t know exactly.

We hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of time together. He was a lot rougher when we first met. There’d been a quiet intensity about him that lured me in.

Now, he just seemed… gentle.

Too gentle.

And quiet.

And easy-going.

None of which were bad things. They just weren’t who I thought he was, which made me doubt everything.

On top of that, I didn’t want a quiet and easy-going life. Yeah, I wanted safety, but not at the cost of enjoying myself.

Which was a conundrum.

Maybe I just had bad taste in men, because what woman wouldn’t want a polite, nice guy?

It was no wonder fate made me compatible with the fae. I was probably better off with Kyle than Rhett. At least with Kyle, there would be arguments.

And speak of the devil…

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