Page 119 of Wild Fury (Fallen Royals 6)

He hums. “I don’t know.”

I nod. I figured as much—he decided what to do with Sebastian. I have to decide about Felicity.

We get a table in her section and wait. She finally reaches us and pauses, her eyes widening.

“Oh, she remembers me,” I say to Theo.

She exhales. “Shit.”

“Did they fire you?” I appraise her. “After you let a stranger into my room?”

“No.” She’s pale. Her eyes dart everywhere but at us, and I can’t take it anymore.

I slam my hand on the table. “Look at me.”

She flinches. “I’m so sorry. I was pissed—”

“Because of the photos?” I retrieve the stack from my bag, letting them scatter across the table. “I didn’t even know who he was.” I can’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.

She cringes backward, pressing her hand to her stomach.

Her… rounded belly.

Theo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and I follow his line of thought right to: oh shit, he knocked her up.

And all at once it hits me how ridiculous this is.

To hold a vendetta for years.

“I didn’t deserve what you did,” I say. “And you might not have realized the full implications of your actions, but it still affected me.”

She nods. Her chin wobbles.

I stand abruptly and motion to the prints. “I don’t have any more copies. And for the record, I wasn’t going to share them with anyone.”

“I’m sorry.”

It’s too late, but I let it go anyway. “Come on, Theo.”

There are a few more people who need a reckoning, but it isn’t going to happen in Boston.

He follows me out and loops his arm around my shoulders. “For the record, I’m proud.”

“Oh, yeah?” I nudge him. “How proud?”

He practically drags me back to his apartment. We barely make it to the couch before our clothes are off, and he slides inside me.

This time feels different—it’s physical. A few minutes in, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, grabbing my wrists and stretching them above my head. He covers me from behind and pounds into me. His free hand rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb, and I writhe under his weight.

I shatter first, but he follows only a minute later. He flips my hair over my shoulder and kisses the crook of my bare neck. I shiver, completely satiated. This is only day two, but I’m pretty sure this could be classified as our happily ever after. We fought for this moment. This time together.

“I want this to last forever,” I say.

His hum of agreement vibrates in his chest.

He twists so we’re on our sides, spooning, and we both drift off like that.

A phone rings, bringing me back into awareness. I flop onto my front, away from Theo, and sigh. It isn’t mine, I don’t think. I actually can’t remember what I set mine to, but I would bet it’s still in my jeans by the door.

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