Page 14 of Beyond Repair: Part Two

I cross my arms and grumble out a pout. "Am not."

"Are too."

Taking my eyes off the screen to glare at my fiancé, I lick my lips. "Maybe if you hadn't started shit that you couldn't finish earlier, I wouldn't be so shook by that guy’s fangs...among other things too of course."

Ridge chuckles, having overheard my heated whispering. "You still have a room. Use it."

"We share a wall, Ridge. I'd rather they not hear that shit." I huff, feeling frustrated sexually, and just in general. There's so much on my mind that my constant boner is really just the tip—winky face—of the iceberg.

"Shhh!" Meg waves a hand at us. "This is the good part."

And good part it is...goddamn.

"Screw the purple plant they’re allergic to," Meg declares aggressively while fanning her face. "Vampires should be allergic to shirts!"

I glance at Will not even the least bit surprised to see his eyes trained on the ceiling and fighting a smirk. He leans over and says something in his wife's ear that has her blushing.

Their love is palpable. Someday I hope Nina, Kai, and I can paint the same beautiful picture.

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