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His face lights up. “You’d be surprised how many people our age don’t get the reference.”
“I’m not, actually,” I reply, and he laughs.
“Awesome game,” he says.
Sodapop licks my wrist as I scratch the crook of his neck. “Thanks.” Simba’s gonna stalk me later, demanding answers for Sodapop’s scent on my skin.
“You were hot. I mean?—”
I glance up at him.
“Like, you were on fire.”
The sound of a throat clearing turns our heads.
“Hey.” I glance past Blue, searching for his sister. “What did she say?”
“She’s asleep.”
Blue glares at the dude who looks like he wants to ask for his autograph.
“It was nice meeting you,” the guy says to me instead.
I wink goodbye at Sodapop.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” Blue says stiffly.
“Should we wake her?” I ask.
“He kind of looks like Lucien, doesn’t he? If Lucien was a bendy yoga instructor.”
“What?”
“Your ex.” He takes a step back.
Arms crossed, light scowl, tight eyes.Well, well.
I clasp his waist. Before he can protest, I dip my head and pull him into a kiss. When my tongue gently brushes against his teeth, he opens for me, softening in my arms.
I’ll never get used to the little moans he makes.
“Blue—” My voice hitches as I catch my breath. “If I wanted Lucien, or his lookalikes, that’s where I’d be.” I brush another kiss against his lips. “I’ve waited years for you.”
The only sign that my words hit their mark is the tremble of his hands against my back.
“Should we wake Anaïs to take her to the hospital?”
“I’m not sure. I think it’s better for her to sleep. You can leave your car parked here for the night. The doorman will watch it.”
“You want me to come up?”
He doesn’t answer as he walks away.
Such a dick.
A sexy, wrathful, gorgeous dick.
“She just moved in?”I ask, looking around at the bare walls and sparsely furnished living room.
