Page 132 of Wicked Devotion
Max gives her a kiss on her forehead before he leaves the bedroom and I pull Lily back into a lying position with me.
“I’m kinda offended that you don’t like having my cum all over you,” I tease and she lets out something that sounds like a mix of a sigh and a chuckle.
“Never said that I don’t like it.”
She takes my hand and lifts my arm up in front of her face. “You should have let me draw another sketch,” she murmurs, stroking over the tattooed lily on my forearm.
“It’s perfect,” I say, turning onto my side so I’m facing her. “You’re perfect.”
MAX
I’m busy getting everyone’s favorite pizza toppings ready when Logan joins me in the kitchen. Water drips from his beard, running down my bare chest as he rests his head on my shoulder, stealing himself a few slices of pepperoni.
“Logan,” I sigh. “You can’t just leave Lily on her own.”
“She pushedmeout of the bathroom,” he clarifies, laughing when I don’t succeed in snatching the shredded mozzarella away from him fast enough.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Actually, yes. Do you think you can prepare the tomato sauce without it ending in a kitchen renovation?”
“I’ll try my best,” he says, watching me season everything before I explain the blender settings to him.
He’s already done with the sauce when Lily comes out of the bedroom. No accidents have happened and everyone still has all ten fingers, surprisingly. I decided to bake my pizzafirst, not because I’m greedy, but because I want Logan’s and Lily’s to be still hot by the time we eat.
Upon seeing the flowers Logan got for her, Lily’s mouth drops open in surprise.
“Thank you,” she says, leaning against Logan, who starts feeding her pizza toppings until I grab bowl after bowl to save the ingredients from him.
“Hey, would you mind if we eat on the couch tonight?” Lily asks, scratching her neck while she looks down at her feet. “My—please don’t make me say it.”
Snorting, Logan wraps his arms around her.
“I’m thankful for every meal I don’t have to take at a table,” he says, causing Lily to yelp when he lifts her up and carries her over to the couch. “I need a damn break of tables set with three fucking forks.”
When I turn to look at them, Logan bows over the backrest to give Lily a kiss, and all that goes through my head is how lucky I am.
Some people spend their entire life searching for a soulmate, and by some sort of miracle, I found two.
Lily gleams as I bring pizza after pizza to the coffee table, and when Logan starts up the TV show Ruby had recommended to us, Lily’s smile gets even brighter. Logan keeps calling the show corny, says the writing is terrible, but I saw him googling if they are already filming the next seasons.
We eat, interrupted by Logan pointing out plot holes. In a different frequency than usual, though, and as we finish our dinner, I notice how antsy he is. He keeps tapping his foot, and runs his hand over his buzz cut every time he’s sure Lily and I aren’t looking. Just when I want to ask if everything is okay, he clears his throat.
“I’ve got something for you. For both of you, so you don’t startfighting.”
I open my mouth to say something, and Logan shakes his head.
“No. Let me preface this by saying that Ididcontemplate tattooing my name on your foreheads so that everyone knows you’re off limits, but I figured you wouldn't like that, so…”
Reaching for his jacket that hangs over the armrest of the couch, it takes Logan awfully long until he pulls his hand out of one of the pockets.
The butterflies in my stomach feel like they took a bath in pure caffeine as I see how he fidgets around with three rings, avoiding looking at Lily and me.
“Did you buy them?" I blurt out, not able to stand the silence even a second longer.
Now Logan does look at me, but he lets out adeepsigh while doing so.
“No, I stole them from some dead guys. My God, yes, Max, I bought them. And just to be clear, this isn’t a proposal.”
