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“Yes. Oh, goddess. Yes.” Ander guides my cock to his entrance once again, and I easily slip into his ass, using my grip on his cheeks to lift him and fuck him against the cold tile. We kiss and fuck with so much passion, so much love, that we forget where we are, getting too loud as we come together, shouting, “I love you!”
We quickly dry off, change into the clean clothes that Ander brought, and settle back into the infirmary bed together.
“I’ve been dreaming of being your boyfriend for a while now,” Ander admits. “I need you, Sky. With every fiber of my being. It’s no longer a choice to have you in my life. It’s a necessity. Like the air I breathe and the water I drink. My body and soulneedyou. I love you, Sky.”
Warmth spreads through my body, and the intense feeling of love and safety fills me with a sense of well-being, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Will you come home with me for winter break? To the castle? You can stay with me in the East Tower, and we can celebrate the winter solstice together. Christmas, too. I, um. . . I actually have the perfect tree in mind that would make an amazing Christmas tree to decorate. I don’t want to ever forget or leave out your own traditions, okay?”
I don’t even know what to say, completely in my feels.
“I would love that.” I press my mouth to his.
I’ve never been this happy, and I’m betting Ander hasn’t either.
We’re just two outsiders who found each other, forging an unbreakable bond from the very beginning. We’ve been through so much already; nothing can break us apart.
CHAPTER THIRTY
SKYLER
After another day in the infirmary, the nurse finally lets me go home. Every time she checked on me, her face was bright red, as were the tips of her ears, but it was even worse when Ander was there with me. I’m pretty sure we failed to keep the shower-fucking to a reasonable volume, but what can you expect after everything that we’d been through. Not to mention confessing our love and becoming boyfriends. It was bound to happen.
One more day of rest in my own bed has me feeling slightly more human. I mean Fae?Whatever.It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Ander is happy, I’m happy, and my wounds are healing perfectly. Thanks to my phenomenal boyfriend’s expert care and miracle salve. He’s a remarkable healer, and his desire to help others makes me fall even harder for him.
“Everyone wants to see you.”
“Hmm?” I’m pulled from my thoughts by softly spoken words. I was in a trance, staring out of the window at the massive expanse of trees before me and the towering mountains beyond.
“Your friends want to see that you’re okay with their own eyes. You gave everyone quite the scare, babe,” Oleander tells me with a sweet smile on his lips.
My eyebrows crease at the wordfriends.
Do I really have friends here?
“Who exactly?” I ask somewhat suspiciously. I sound cynical to my own ears.
Ander’s lip curls into a lopsided smile. “Zephyr, Hawk, Leo, Gaia, Nerine, and . . .Flame.”
My heart swells at the thought of all of them caring about me. Maybe Oleander and I aren’t two outsiders after all.
“You can invite them over,” I tell my boyfriend, gingerly standing from my spot at the window seat while I press a hand to my side.
His nimble fingers fly across the screen of his phone, pause, then text more. His eyes dart up to mine. “They’ll be here in five minutes.” He puts his phone down on the table and rushes over to help me walk to the couch so I get settled comfortably.
“Do you have a group text or something?” That was suspiciously quick to invite six people over.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Minus Flame. He wouldn’t be part of something as socially engaging as a group text.”
I chuckle. “Of course he wouldn’t.” Ander’s twin may look like him—in a dark sort of way—but he is so far from my sweet, friendly Oleander that they hardly seem like brothers, let alone identical twins.
“But we have a twin text—recently revived—and I let him know you’re feeling up for guests. He. . . I think he cares about you in his own sort of way.” Ander’s smile is sweet, happy, and carefree. So different from the forced smiles he used to give everyone when we first met.
My own smile blooms. I think I like the idea of being friends with my boyfriend’s semi-evil twin.
This could be fun.
Or more trouble.
