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“Sorry, honey! I’m genuinely curious. You know I love you no matter who you’re with. Boy or girl. As long as they treat you right, and you’re happy.”
“I’m bisexual if you must know. And he does treat me right. He treats me like a king.” I smirk, and Ander blushes. “He’s actually sitting right next to me. Here, let me put you on speaker.”
Oleander shakes his head frantically, and the terror in his eyes is comical, especially considering the evil monsters we’ve fought. I smile at his adorableness, scared to speak to my mom.
“Hello, Ms. Fairfield. I’m Ander Sauveterre.” I appreciate that he sticks to his nickname, or she’d probably ask a million questions about where the name Oleander comes from. None of which can be answered.
We cannot tell her about Faerie or reveal our magic.
It’s the rules.
I can visit her and stay in touch, but she can never know the truth about who I really am. I push the pain of that thought deep down and ignore it, focusing on the present and the positive emotions.
“Hi, Ander! It’s so good to meet you! I hope you’re treating my son right. I’m not afraid to grab my passport and fly over there if I need to set you straight.”
“Mom!”
Why must she attempt to embarrass me like this?
Ander’s brows crease in confusion.
“I’m in France. Remember?” I mouth the words, and understanding washes over his features.
“What?I’ve never gotten to say anything like that. It was kinda fun. And I’m kidding! Obviously,” she laughs musically, the sound comforting—reminding me of my childhood and all the love she gave me.
“I miss you, Mom,” I whisper, feeling a little homesick for her company.
“Miss you too, baby. But we’ll have an amazing Christmas celebration and show your friends exactly how we like to celebrate in the Fairfield household.”
“Sounds like a plan. Talk to you later, Mom.”
“Text me the dates you want to come. Love you, honey.”
“Will do. Love you too. Bye.” I end the call, relief and excitement washing over me. I look at my boyfriend, assuming he knows how to make what we need. “We’re going to need glamour and compulsion tonics. For us and all our friends.”
“All our friends?” Concern creeps into his lavender eyes, darkening the color with worry.
“Yeah. It’ll be fine. I’m sure. Fun even,” I tease.
“Or it’ll be an epic catastrophe resulting in half a dozen shackled Fae teenagers.”
“Don’t have such little faith in our friends, babe. It’ll be fine.” I’m not sure if I’m convincing him or me at this point. It could definitely end with us all in iron cuffs.
The doubt in his lavender eyes has me leaning forward to kiss it away.
“Don’t think about that right now. In fact, let me distract you.” I kiss down his neck and suck before returning back to his lips, kissing him more. He responds with fervor, just as he always does, and things progress quickly until we’re naked and my cock is gliding smoothly into him. Ander shouts my name as he comes quickly, squeezing the orgasm out of me with his tight body.
“I love you,” I whisper, panting heavily.
“Love you too,” Ander murmurs, and I hug him tight, never wanting this connection to end. I’d sleep inside him forever if I could.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
SKYLER
Over a month of school passes and then it’s December and time to make our weekend trip to the Mortal Realm to see my mom and have her meet the new friends in my life. Well, except for Flame. He disappeared yet again, and now that I know him and can admit that I care, it definitely worries me. I’d like to see him happy. I know Ander would, too, no matter how much he tormented him after what happened with River.
“Will it be any warmer in St. Louis?” Ander asks, pulling me from my introspection.
