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“Is this what you see in my eyes?” I ask as we stare at the partially burned shack along the trail.
“What? No. This is in ruins,” he replies.
We see me differently.
“Not all of it.”
It’s still standing at least.
“Why wouldn’t they tear it down?” he asks, assessing the wreckage.
If the land were mine, I’d keep it too.
“It’s sad,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Yeah?”
He’d never belong to a place like this.
Maybe I won’t one day either.
CHAPTER 33
ARNAZ
“Before I Came to Know It”
At some point, I must have loved the world.
The thing that rarely happens happened—I overslept. I blame Salem—well, half blame—for our late-night video sex followed by hours spent doing absolutely nothing. He made us take one of those “What Animal Are You in the Wild” quizzes and got off when the results revealed that I would, in fact, be a mountain lion, like he guessed, and that he would be a wolf—specifically a red wolf—like he also guessed.
And then I made us look up which of us would win in a one-on-one fight and was hyped that it would be me. But then he kept reading and infuriatingly informed me that wolves travel in packs and mountain lions ride solo, and against a pack, I’d get eaten alive. So the fucker gloated and read some more, and none of it made me less infuriated until the mating section. He shook his head proudly and puffed out his chest as he read how red wolves are monogamous and mate for life, and…let’s just say, one of us wanted to climb through the phone and sit on the other one’s dick.
Instead, he was all, “Turn around and position the camera so I can see my hole. Yeah, just like that. Now, spread your legs…”
“Wait, position your camera so I can see you too,” I panted.
He tilted the phone, then rolled his briefs down, and his cock had sprung up, his piercing glistening from his pre-cum.
His eyes darkened as I hummed at the sight while slowly sucking two fingers into my mouth.
“Remember the gift I gave you? Can you get it?”
I nodded and reached into the bottom shelf of my nightstand.
I pulled the black shoebox from the gift bag and lifted the cover.
Cackling, I said, “You bought me a dick.”
He laughed. “Yeah. I did.”
I rubbed my fingers over the thick, swirly vein along the side, then snatched my hand back. “Fuck, that feels real.”
“Yeah…it’s made of a kind of silicone to mimic human skin.”
My mouth had watered. “It’s the same color as your complexion.”
“Yeah. I washed it for you too.” Peeking out the side of the satin pillow it had been resting on were a card and a small bottle of warming lube.
