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Gross.
“Fine,” I mutter and roll my eyes. They land on Wilson, who’s grinning and leaning towards Amo. Their lips smack with a kiss that both makes my stomach twinge and my cock pulse.
“When this is all over,” I start as Amo pulls away and they go back to a steady stroll with hand holding. “I’m watching you two fuck.”
“Okay!”
Chapter 22
He did what?
Wilson
Every time I walkup to the tall, boarded gate, its hinges fortified and creaking from its weight, my stomach drops out.
It does this time, as it has every other, but it’s different.
Like he can sense my unease, Amo gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.
I appreciate him.
Adore him.
Fuck, after all this, I’m pretty sure I’d say that I’m in love with him, too.
“I’ve spent so much of my life alone,” I murmur low for just him to hear me. “So, thank you.”
The flash of softened smile and swirling hazel eyes has my chest pumping up, filling with pride and resolve.
“I’ve got you, big guy.”
“Big guy … I like that.”
I like his responding smile even more.
He doesn’t know the whole story behind me and Moros, how we attempted to do this very same thing once before. But we weren’t together. We went in knives and fists first. He slashed throats and caved in heads until no one would bother looking us in the eye again. Even if they agreed with us.
We were young and so desperate to belong somewhere that we acceptedanywhere. Which meant I was separated from him and sent to live out in post twenty-three.
Not even Moros knows it wasn’t my choice. And again—we weren’t together. He didn’t owe me anything and I didn’t owe him.
I realize now that he was always my lifeline despite that. Even before he was the only one left that would dare look at me. Touch me.Be with me.
“When this is over,” I say to him over my shoulder, my words echoed by the creaking grind of too-old metal hinges, “you’re calling me your boyfriend. Out loud.”
Not even the groan of the large gates swinging open could drown out his grunt or shadow the roll of his eyes.
But he also doesn’t argue.
I’ll take that.
With a lightness I haven’t felt in ages, I let Amo pull me along towards what I hope is the rest of our lives.
And not the end of us.
Chapter 23
Them
