Page 117 of Beast and Remedy
When he lifts his head, his disheveled blond hair masks his line of sight. He blows upward, failing to clear his vision.
I snicker, gently sweeping his loose strands away. My chest swells when his warm honey irises find mine and sparkle.
Beau holds my cheek. “Did I hurt you at all?”
I shake my head with a smile.
Everything was perfect—is perfect—with him, and my heart is so full, I can’t believe I haven’t fought for us as much as he has since we’ve entered each other’s lives again.
“Then, what’s on your mind?” he asks, always eager to know my thoughts.
My lip quivers, my love deepening.
Beau’s taken everything I’ve thrown at him in stride, acknowledging my emotions and respecting my wishes, despite the distance I struggled to keep between us.
And being with him completes me.
I’m my true self when I’m with him, and maybe I’ve gone about this all wrong. Maybe being together, instead of fighting it, will help keep me grounded as we find a remedy.
And… I might never have a chance to be with him like this again.
The reminder keeps my thoughts locked in my mind, and I choose to absorb and relish this time with my love.
“I-I—” I break off, uncertain of what to divulge. “I have no words.”
“I’m glad to steal your words, then.”
We laugh as he withdraws and gathers me close when he lies on his side. Our hearts beat in tandem, and I breathe in his scent, wishing to remain in his arms and enjoy this harmony forever.
Yet reality creeps into my mind, and I hate to break the spell. “I have to go to my room.”
Beau’s silent acknowledgment breaks my heart, the reunion we’ve waited so long for cut shorter than either of us wants.
But his brows knit in thought. “Do you—do you need me to make or see if we can buy ingredients for…”
“Oh!” I startle, my cheeks heating. “I didn’t even. I should’ve—”
“No, I should have,” he rushes out. “And I’m sorry. I should’ve asked about that before we did anything.”
I rest my hand on his muscled pec, teasing. “Eager for me, Beau?”
“Always.” He captures my lips with his, and I hum, indulging him.
I pull away with a smile, a plan forming in my mind. “I’ll gather some supplies for the tonic in the morning and mix it into the brew I normally take for my cycles.”
“Are you sure? I can go get something for you—”
“I’m sure.”
He sighs with acceptance, rubbing my spine before he kisses my forehead. “Let me get a washcloth.”
He rises and goes into the bathing room. When he returns with the towel, I sit up and take it.
“I would’ve liked to do that for you,” he comments as I clean up.
“I know,” I say. “Maybe next time.”
Lust sparks in his gaze.
