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And when we shattered together, it wasn’t loud or messy; it was quiet, raw, and real.
Like coming home.
Afterward, he didn’t move far.Just slid to the side and pulled me with him, my back to his chest, and his arms wrapped around me like he didn’t plan to let go.Ever.
“Still feel safe?”he asked.His voice was a warm breath against the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes.“More than ever.”
He kissed my shoulder and I smiled as I tucked myself tighter against him.
We didn’t talk for a long time.We didn’t need to.We just laid there in the hush of the room.Skin to skin, and wrapped in something that felt like more than lust.It felt like trust.Like something we weren’t going to lose the second morning came.
But I still whispered it.
“I don’t know what happens next.”
Twister’s hand traced a line down my spine, then curled around my waist like he was sealing the words in place.
“Whatever it is, we handle it together.”
I nodded, and my eyes stung with something I didn’t want to fight.
Yeah.
We were solid.
And I wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Twister
Tempi had been curled into my side with her head tucked under my chin, and one leg thrown over mine like she belonged there, which she did.We’d spent the last hour tangled up in each other, raw and real.It wasn’t just about sex anymore.It was about her.Aboutus.
But the world didn’t stop spinning just because I finally had something good.
She blinked at me through sleepy eyes.“I have a few questions.”
“That sounds ominous.Should I put on clothes so you’re not so distracted?”I joked.
That earned me a smirk.“You’re a distraction with and without clothes, Twister.It doesn’t matter.”
I chuckled and brushed my thumb across her cheek.“Then I’ll just stay naked.”I had a few things I wanted to make clear to her, too.I leaned down and brushed a kiss to her lips.
She moaned and deepened the kiss but stopped it abruptly.“Nope, we need to put clothes on and get out of bed.I can’t have a conversation with you when you’re like this.”
“Fine, fine,” I drawled and rolled out of bed.I tossed my T-shirt to Tempi and pulled on my jeans.I wasn’t going to get completely dressed, but I would at least put jeans on.
We made coffee and sat at her tiny kitchen table.It was going on ten, just before the bar opened.
“I’m not leaving Madison,” I said finally, my fingers wrapped around a mug.“No matter how bad it gets.”
She didn’t answer right away.Just watched me and waited for more.
“This club, this city,” I paused.“It’s not just about turf or power.It’s about building something real.We’re not like the ones who came before.We’re better.Smarter.And I’ll be damned if I let some masked cowards scare us off.”
“And me?”Her voice was soft.“Where do I fit in this future you’re building?”
