Page 83 of Glamour & Gumballs

Jordan and the other guys went to wherever they were going to prepare for the next season. It would be starting in a few days, so the guys would all just spend the time feasting and sleeping in a hotel.

Realizing that the game was over felt surreal.

Accepting that Rhett was going to be my mate?

That would take time.

Possibly a lot of time.

I looked around the interior of the plane. Though it was elegant, there was nothing inside but large armchairs. No couches. Nothing resembling a bed.

The chairs did recline.

But the way Rhett’s arm had remained wrapped around my waist since I chose him made me think he wasn’t going to let go of me with any amount of enthusiasm.

“Where do you want to sit?” I asked.

He answered by lifting me off my feet, sitting down in the largest chair, and setting me on his lap.

The way his body nearly engulfed mine made me feel small and feminine.

Warm, too.

And maybe a little bit loved.

His lips met my throat, and I closed my eyes as he kissed me lightly. “It’s going to be a long flight.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“You should sleep through most of it.”

“So should you.”

Rhett made a noise of agreement. “When we’re home, we’ll figure everything else out. No overthinking.”

“No overthinking,” I agreed, though my stomach was a little tight.

We took off a few minutes later, and sure enough, I fell asleep almost as soon as we were in the sky.

After a month on an island, I had no problem at all sleeping in the arms of a gorgeous fae man while there was working air conditioning.

I didn’t wake up until the plane landed, and when I did, Rhett’s arms were firm enough around me that I didn’t budge despite the jostling.

“We made it?” I asked, my voice heavy with sleep.

“Yep.” Rhett kissed the top of my head. “Time to head home.”

Home.

It was a strange concept to me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever truly felt at home, anywhere.

Certainly not during my childhood. There had been some measure of peace after my mom and her boyfriend died, but the world was a shitshow at that point.

I’d been trying to figure out a way to escape being compatible mates with a fae since the world finally calmed down, so I hadn’t let myself get settled then.

But I felt more comfortable in Rhett’s arms than I could ever remember feeling before.

Maybe I belonged with him. Maybe he was supposed to be my home.

---