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“Have you ever wondered what makes your skin stay on?” I blinked, looking at Christian in shock. What kind of fucking question is that? “Uh, what?” “Your skin.” He inclined his head to my bare arm as if I didn’t know what skin was, and he was pointing it out to me. “Have you ever wondered what makes it stay on?” “No, I haven’t. Because I’m fucking normal.”

I forgot how damn sexy his deep voice was. “And what about my other question?” “What question was that, kotenok?” I could have sworn I could hear a hint of seduction in his voice. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Ah.” He chuckled. “But I did answer that question already. I told you, I’m here for you.” He pinned me with his gaze, and the intensity of it sent shivers down my spine.

“Dropping this bar on me is not going to make you feel better, my dude,”“I’m not sure about that,” he growled, and I shivered. Matty was definitely being spooky sexy right now. “She was a fucking lunatic.” He glanced around like she was hiding in a corner and was going to overhear our conversation. “Why are we whispering?” I whispered. “Someone like that, you have to whisper about.” He shivered.

The group had been good to me, welcoming in a way I wasn’t used to, like I belonged there just as much as any of them. I’d laughed more tonight than I could ever remember laughing in my life, loud, real, unrestrained laughter that had my stomach aching from the sheer force of it… Casey and Nat had all but glued themselves to my side, already making plans for us that I couldn’t help but hope were real.

I continued to die of laughter. “She took pictures, Jace. This is your fault.” “That could be considered art in some places,” “A lot of places probably!” Matty made some sort of gassy elephant sound. “I suffered trying to save you! I made a sacrifice that will haunt me until my dying day.” He pointed at me. “You and Davis owe me for the rest of your existence. I probably need an exorcism now.”

Riley ran. Again. And I let her—for now. But if she thought that meant I was letting her go? Adorable. Truly.

Her head snapped up, and the second her wide, honey-colored eyes met mine, something clicked into place inside me. Like the fucking universe had just aligned in my favor. Like I’d been waiting my whole life to meet her. It was over. I was done. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

I walked to our bedroom, the sheets still messed up from where I’d f*cked Casey before practice. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing her in. I loved that she was everywhere now. That every part of our house smelled like her. I hadn’t known what this place had been missing, but now I realized it’s what every place would have been missing my entire life. Her.

Parker led me away from his friends, holding my hand the entire time down the hall, not releasing it even as he unlocked Matty’s door. “You can’t go in with me to the bathroom,” I told him…and a hint of a blush appeared on his cheeks. “I know that,” he scoffed. I raised an eyebrow…because did he? “I’ll wait right here,” he said dramatically…as if it was a hardship.

She’s not looking for a knight in shining armor. Who needs a savior when you could have a man who would burn cities to the ground for you? Now tell me, which is sexier?

“Ogre-ist. That’s definitely not a word,” I told him. “He has a big brain, he would know,” said Matty. “Can you answer the question?” Jace sighed. I grinned. “Is that…a dick reference…when you smile like that?” Matty asked. “Because it’s a little creepy.” “I’m glad someone said it,” Jace commented.

“When I find the girl of my dreams, you can bet your exquisite ass I’m going to find out everything I can about her.” I stared at him, uncomprehending. What had he just said…it almost sounded like he’d called me the “girl of his dreams.” He slowly reached over, and his fingers tapped my chin, gently pushing up, so I closed my mouth and stopped gaping at him like some kind of slow-witted fish.

I froze completely forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. It was like a literal goddess had been dropped into the fucking room I was losing it. The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true, it couldn’t be true. Holy shit.

Poppy’s mouth sought mine, and she kissed me softly. She was, gods, she was everything. I loathed separating us, but I knew I was seconds away from collapsing on her. Letting out a ragged groan, I eased out of her and onto my side. Gathering her in my arms, I held her close, and she held me tighter. When my eyes closed this time, I knew that no bad dreams would find me. My Queen simply would not allow it.

Are you allowed to hate the FMC while enjoying some of her sarcastic inner thoughts?