Page 87 of Feral Bonded
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He doesn't ask what about.
I look at the room.
At Leo sprawled like someone who has never questioned where he belongs. At Jake by the fire, a little scared and here anyway. At Jim filling the page. At Gray with his closed book.
This isn't part of the system. No panel put us here. No protocol.
We stayed anyway.
RJ tilts his head back and looks up at me. His eyes are clear. Fully clear.
“Come here,” he says.
I move without thinking, shifting down into his lap.
His hand comes to my waist. Grounds me.
His mouth finds mine.
Not rushed. Certain.
The room closes in.
Leo inhales. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Dibs!”
