Page 64 of Lost Girl

Right?

Stares entwined, I open my mouth for him. Tavi slides the strawberry in a ways more, urging me to sink my teeth into it.

I do, savoring the sweet stream that rolls across my tongue and down my throat. I’m mid-chew when he downs what’s left of the fruit, tosses the leafy end with the others, and reaches up to cup one side of my face. His lips dancing at my ear have me sucking in a heap of air.

“Not entirely sure there really needs to be a record of this, but in case there is or, you know, you find yourself curious...he’s not wrong,” he whispers.

“About what?” I struggle to keep my eyes open as a shiver zips down my spine.

Tavi chuckles, darker than I’ve yet to hear before. “Idolike them juicy, that’s what.”

Self-combustion begins in three…

Two…

One…

I’m so fucked.

?You And Me - Lifehouse?

It’s been ten days.

Ten days since Wendy miscarried Peter’s baby.

Ten days since I stopped going home.

Ten days since the real torture began because,yes, sleeping beside Wendy every night is proving to be pure-fucking-torture. I don't even think she realizes what she does in her sleep. How she rolls into me and buries herself against me. Sometimes she'll throw a leg over mine, too. Every little movement wakes me up and the more she curls into me, the more I can't help but let my arms fall around her. It's like the second she presses herself against me—so flush that I can feel her nipples grazing my chest—I just swallow her up.

Inhale her deeply and listen to the steady beat of her heart.

And give myself blue balls while I'm at it, apparently.

In all actuality, it’s just her. Everything she does appeals to me, everythingabout herappeals to me. My instincts are raging on a constant basis, whispering all the ways I should claim her, how she is and will be mine.

But she’s not, and she never will be.

Quieting that voice seems to be an impossible task, though, one that amounts more by the day and weighs heavily on my shoulders, especially when she hasn’t mentioned going home again. I haven’t brought it up, either. The way I see it is, if and when the time comes and she finally does voice that desire, then I’ll make good on my promise and get her there. Until then, my selfish ass is relishing—and thoroughly indulging—every minute I’m allowed to spend with her.

Which is more than I thought I’d get without interruption at all. I’d expected Hook and his leeches to show up by now, declaring some sort of war, but they haven’t. Leads me to wonder why when I know they’re fully aware of how she got out at this point.

How do I know this? My sister. She warned me the day Pa went to confess to Hook. I’d say I’m disappointed he actually ratted me out, but like I told Soren from day one, I knew he would. As a result, the boys and I have been prepared for an ambush situation. Whether that’ll actually happen or not isn’t a given, but we’re ready either way.

Let him come for me. I promise he’ll regret it.

"Well, well, boys—looks like Soren’s brought a visitor," Niko hollers above the sounds of construction.

Hammer mid-air, I turn in time to catch Soren walking onto the lot—with Wendy at his side.

My expression must say it all because he offers a sheepish smile, shoulders creeping up to his ears. "She wanted to come see what we've been working on. I suggested otherwise but—"

"I insisted.” Wendy flashes me an innocent smile. "This is amazing."

Setting the hammer onto the top of the ladder, I jump off and skip down the steps of the porch over to them. "And she's not even done yet. But you”—I bop the tip of her nose—“You think you're slick. You're supposed to be resting.”

Wendy sighs exaggeratedly and rolls her eyes. "I've been laying in that bed for days. I'm tired of staring at the wall."

"It's only been a few days."

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