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I knew what he was doing. Royal was afraid of the future and wanted to take advantage of the time we had in the present. I was afraid, too, even if I kept a brave face and told him everything was going to be okay. The possibility of something bad happening to him was in the back of my mind, but I refused to give it life.
Because I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I had to believe things would be okay because it was the only way I could function.
So, I made love to him.
He said he didn’t want me to be gentle, but that’s exactly what I was. I kissed him deeply, touched him softly, and loved him with a fire that shot through my veins and entered his, uniting us in body and soul. Burning his name into my very core.
We spent the whole day in bed, going between fucking and stuffing our faces with greasy pizza while watching movies, and later that night, I lay beside him as he slept. Royal had a way of easing my mind at night, but I was too wired to sleep. Too worried.
I pulled the blanket up around his shoulders and snuggled in behind him, holding him to my chest. He sighed in his sleep and scooted his ass back toward me. I kissed his nape before resting my face in his dark hair.
Any noise in the hall had me tensing. Kids running, their feet thumping on the carpet. Doors closing. Voices murmuring. I knew Ameinias couldn’t get inside our room. Even if he found a way—stealing one of the room keys from the front desk or something—I’d hear him at the door before he got inside.
Yet, I stayed awake the entire night. Listening. Hoping Aunt Abby’s vision was wrong.
