Page 131 of Born of Ice

But the single thought of letting her go poisons me.

What the fuck am I supposed to do…

I open the front door and just before I am about to call out her name, I spot my little bundle of angry elf cuddled on the couch with her thick blanket sleeping peacefully. Her bangs falling over her fluttering eyelashes, those soft pink lips slightly puckered and parted as her face is smushed against the armrest.

A replay of the firstThormovie still playing on the computer she set on the coffee table. I crouch on the floor by her side, one side of my mouth smiling softly. She fell in love with that fucker like I knew she would, and now Electra has watchedThorat least five times.

I bring my hand to her soft hair, brushing it off her face gently as I watch my girl.

What do I do, mom?I silently ask, but before an answer magically comes through, Electra stirs, waking up.

“Heyyy,” she rasps out, a content smile spreading over her features as she grabs my hand and presses it to her mouth, kissing it. “My famous boyfriend is home.”

I chuckle. “And here I thought you were keeping my ego in check.”

“I can handle you and your big ego.” She sure can. “How was your practice?” Electra stretches out with a yawn.

“It was good. Great.” She pops one eye open.

“Good. Great. That’s all I get?”

I slump back against the coffee table. “It was like I never left. It was so fucking amazing, Electra, I’m still high from it. I missed it,” I admit quietly, and she reaches out, squeezing my hand.

“Of course, you did. You were born for it.”

I tilt my head to the side; does she miss it too? What’s the next step for her? Sure, we goof around the ice, she practices every day with Stella but that’s all.

“And you? Do you miss performing on professional level?”

“I do. Come on, let’s go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow.” Electra gets up from the couch pulling me along with her.

I trail after her mindlessly because all my thoughts are a mess, a jungle of questions and doubts.

I know I love her. I know I need her. But does she need me?

Electra leaves to the bathroom and I hear the shower running but in a blink of an eye she’s already stepping out, a towel wrapped around her gorgeous, glistening body, her hair in a high messy bun but the low strands are dripping water.

She’s absolute perfection. An angel and I can’t help but feel like it’s one I’m keeping in a cage.

“Baby, why are you still dressed?” She frowns when she sees me sitting on the edge of the bed.

Am I? I didn’t even notice.

Electra notices something on my face because her posture softens as she steps up, standing in between my parted legs and her fingers run over my face, smoothing out the frown lines I must be wearing.

“You must be so tired. I’m sorry you had to make that drive home. I promise we’ll figure out all the logistics soon. I can get a place in Boston to stay close to you.” Her smile is hopeful and maybe even excited at the same time as a huge boulder drops into my gut.

There she goes, making accommodations for me again without a single thought for herself. She’s thinking about what will make me happy, what will be easier for me, not her.

My mind is reeling, and I don’t even notice that her hand has lowered, now trailing over my quickly hardening dick because no matter what state I’m in, he seems to be ready to go whenever she’s in his vicinity.

But I stop her hand with mine.

Electra frowns. “I promise, I’ll just relax you and that’s it. You don’t have to do any work.”

Goddamnit. There it is again.

I jump off the bed so fast, the force of it makes her stumble back.

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