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The song that we had danced to when I first met him. The same song that he would hold me close to while he moved us around the living room of our old apartment.

Won’t you fall for me?

Won’t you fall for me?

With my love as your garden

Won’t you fall for me?

Won’t you fall for me

From reality?

I am yours in the end

So won’t you fall for me?

33

Calista

After

When I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to move, my whole body shuddered in pain. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip to try and stifle the whimper, but Fane woke up the moment the near silent squeak left my mouth.

“You slept through my nightmares at having to run for my life,” I panted, the pain taking my breath away. “But you wake up fromthat.”

“I was awake then too,” he murmured, gently peeling himself away from me and getting up to leave the room. When he came back, he was holding a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers.

“You didn’t say anything.” I watched him set everything down on my bedside table and help me sit up.

“I thought you’d toast my balls if I asked you if you were okay.” He said the words so seriously I couldn’t stop my laugh, which promptly turned into a cry when my chest spasmed.

“No, no,” I cried, squeezing my eyes tight. “No laughing.”

“You told me you’d tell me if it was too much.” He leveled me with the most disapproving look I’d ever seen on his face.

“It was practically a religious experience.” I winced, taking the pills he held out. “I have no regrets.”

A slow, self-satisfied smile crept onto his face, and he looked so goofy, especially when he started to wag his eyebrows and his hair was still disheveled from sleep.

“If you make me laugh again, I’ll definitely toast your balls.”

He clamped his lips together, mumbling a quiet, “Sorry, laughy pants,” that he didn’t mean in the slightest.

Fane helped me settle back into bed, wrapping himself around me where he’d been before. Sleep found me almost immediately, and by the time I woke up again, I was alone in the bed and there was music filtering in from under the closed bedroom door.

Peeling myself off the mattress hurt about as much as I thought it would, but not as much as the throbbing ache of my whole body last night. I was sore in places I hadn’t been sore in for a very long time. Despite it all, despite knowing it was definitely not what we should have been doing after I’d almost been pancaked by Declan, I couldn’t bring myself to regret a single second of it.

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, a ghost of a smile lingering on my face as I replayed every detail of yesterday afternoon, of last night, in my head. I’d been content to go slowly. Ihadto go slowly, because honestly? Even breathing fucking hurt. But when my phone lit up from a message from my dad, I noticed the time and maybe threw up a little.

It was ten a.m.

As in, a whole three and half hours later than Sunshine was meant to be open.

I rushed around the room—which really meant shuffling about three percent faster than I had been just seconds before—grabbing a shirt and stumbling out of the bedroom.

I might have been crying, but whether it was from the overwhelming anxiety of being late for work for the first time since I’d opened Sunshine or from how stiff my entire body felt, I honestly couldn’t say.

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