Page 29 of Jayce

Helios help me help her. I never want to say the wrong thing and make her feel less than.

The ride on the bench seat of Damian’s tow truck we both spend in contemplation, I imagine.

Damian tried to start up a few conversations in the beginning, but when neither of us engaged, he sat back and just drove.

It encourages me she allowed me to hold her hand the whole way back to Chackbay.

We’re both more nervous than we’ve ever been in each other’s presence when we enter my house. Shay’s scent reeks of her feelings.

I shove my hand through my hair. “What is it I need to do? Can you show me?”

“Do you have any coconut oil?”

I shake my head.

“I’ll go get mine.”

“Can’t you just bring all your things here?”

Shay turns around before she makes it to the door. “What are you saying?”

I shrug. “I don’t want you to keep going next door every night. Stay with me. Whether in my bed or in the guest bedroom—you belong here.”

“I’ll think about it,” she promises under her breath.

This stubborn woman might cause my death. A fitting ending to the selfish life I’ve led.

Neither of us has eaten. While I wait for her return, I make us some ham sandwiches.

My heart nearly explodes when she walks through the door without ringing the bell, carrying bags and a pillow.

“Is that everything?” I say through a giant grin.

“Don’t read too much into it. I’m tired of listening to those two go at it like rabbits. For beings with supernatural hearing, you’d think the room would have better insulation. Especially in the home they plan to raise children in.”

I chuckle. Of course, I’m reading into her being here. “You didn’t answer my question. Is there anything else I need to get from next door for you?”

“Oh, no. One day soon, I should probably pack up my apartment, so I don’t have to keep paying rent for a place I’m not staying in.”

I twirl her around in my arms and kiss her with just as much passion and fervor as our last kiss.

“I’ll take your spare bedroom,” she says after I let her go.

That’s enough for me for now.

“Show me to my room, and I’ll teach you what to do. Or would you mind watching Dr. Lanny’s instructional video?”

“Sure, I can look at it while you settle in.”

I watch the twelve-minute tutorial and eat my sandwich.

I look up from the computer screen Shay set up for me, and my mouth drops. She stands in the hall entry wearing a thin t-shirt that fits like a mini dress. It leaves nothing to the imagination. I can clearly see it’s the only thing she’s wearing.

“Woman, you’re killing me.” I groan.

She looks down at herself. “What?”

Is she really that clueless to what turns men on? It’s bad enough that I’m about to stick a finger inside of her hot pussy for a medical procedure and not to pleasure her.

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