Page 72 of The Echo of Forever
“Once a month,” I said.
He shook his head.
“Once a week for the last month with Destiny, Ignis, and Seo-Yeon,” he corrected, brows lifted. “We reunited a little over a month ago.”
Ah.
“Everything feels connected to us.”
He squeezed my hands before releasing them.
“That’s what I’ve deduced.
I pushed to the edge of the couch to be closer to him.
“You really don’t feel anything about my mom killing your dad?”
Our eyes danced, and so did my heart and pussy. This man pulled something out of me with just a look.
I wanted more.
“Even if I did, that shit ain’t got nothing to do with you,” he said, gaze dropping to my lips. “My father brought his death on himself.”
“You blame him for something,” I found myself saying.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“That doesn’t sound like a question, my forever.”
“It’s just easy to feel what you’re feeling.”
It was written all over his face and in those dark eyes, a guide to his soul if it had to be named.
“He’s the reason my ma went back to her family in the middle of the night fourteen years ago. She left a video practically begging us not to follow. At the time, I thought it was the collective who’d gotten a hold of her. Solei and Oliver were the reason I didn’t pursue.“
The more he talked, the more I wanted to learn. Not about the situation, but about us.
“Have you been faithful to me?”
His lips pulled into the slowest grin before he responded.
“Yeah, baby,” he replied gently, taking my left hand in his. “My dick only comes alive for you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh; he was such a fucking flirt, but I believed he hadn’t touched another woman.
“I know you won’t ask because you’d rather not hear the answer, but I haven’t done anything with him.”
That easy smile he’d been wearing disappeared in an instant. I think it was the first time I’d ever seen anything other than his playful and depressed side.
Mm.
I liked the way murderous intent looked on him.
“Doesn’t matter. His life became mine to take the moment he set sight on you.”
Aw. He’s angry about it.
“Will you kiss me?” I asked, pulling his face to mine by the Cuban link chain around his neck. “I want to see if I have feelings for—”
