Page 85 of Glamour & Gumballs

My heart squeezed at the simple intimacy of that.

Sharing codes.

I’d never even had a key to my mom’s place. When I got home on the odd days she bothered locking the door, I had to sit on the doorstep until she got home. I’d waited for hours, sometimes.

It had been dangerous, and made me feel like I didn’t matter to her. It was a damn miracle nothing bad had ever happened to me when I was outside.

Then again, the inside of that apartment hadn’t been any safer.

“You guys were close,” I said, as we stepped inside the house.

My eyes moved over the interior.

It wasn’t a mansion, but everything was oversized. The halls and doorways were insanely wide, and nothing was placed too close together. The few decorations looked big and heavy.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

“It’s yours.” Rhett lowered his lips to my shoulder and kissed it. No one had given me a shirt, and I’d left my favorite raincoat in the hotel, so all I had on was a sports bra.

“We’re not technically mates yet.”

“That will be remedied soon.”

My lower belly tightened at the certainty in his voice.

And the promise of what it meant.

Sex.

Hot sex.

Permanently hot sex.

Changing.

Becoming a fae.

Growing wings.

“Is everything in here so open because of your wings?” I asked, changing the subject abruptly.

“Yes. It feels more natural to remain in fae form sometimes.”

I nodded, biting my lip. “What’s it like to have wings?”

“About the same as not having wings. They become a part of you.”

I nodded again. “Can you show me where my room is?”

“Our room?”

“Right.”

He led me through the house, pointing out an office, two spare rooms, the kitchen, and finally, our bedroom.

It was massive, with a monstrously large bed that would fit two fae in their winged forms. The furniture looked sturdy and comfortable. The art on the walls featured more beaches.

“You love the beach, huh?”

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