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“I… Damn, there’s so much we need to say to each other, and?—”
“We will.” I close my crying eyes. “I promise. Let’s just go to sleep like this. No words. It’s just like you’re here with me, and?—”
“I am.”
“You are.”
I fight the happiest sob and let it slip into silence with Jace on the phone.
After a few minutes, he softly murmurs, “Night, baby.”
“Night, big guy,” I answer, feeling it flood me.
We’ve crossed over, we needed to, and I’m not going back.
I’m going to find my way to be free with Jace.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JACE
I glowerat Vale as she glares back, grinning.
It’s our usual standoff. Me—silently perched on my stool by the open door of Delta’s. Her—behind her desk, twirling one of her long black braids. I swear she makes Wednesday Addams look like a Girl Scout.
She narrows her long lashes. “What’s different about you?”
“I have on clean underwear.”
Fuck, I wish Nash were here. She’d play “fly in the black widow’s web” with him, not me.
“Yeah, something below your waist isdefinitelydifferent.” How can she tell? “You finally had a sad sink in the pink, didn’t you?”
I roll my eyes. “For someone with a PhD in sexuality, can’t you sound more educated?”
“Okay then.” She leans back, stacking her clunky Mary Janes on top of her desk. “My amiculus doth have a post-coital tristesse pallor.”
“Say less, Shakespeare.”
“My loving male friend looks sad after his climax. What’s wrong?”
Nothing’s wrong.
Everything finally feels right.
Last night was one of the most intense moments of my life. Touching myself to the sound of Vivian doing the same. Admitting we want each other. Holy fuck, the sound of Vivian’s desire could wake me from the dead. I’ve never felt so alive, so aroused.
But now what?
What’ll happen to our friendship? How do I act in front of her now?
Now that she’s heard me come for her. Coming harder than I ever have before. I had to lick it off my fingers to believe it wasn’t a dream.
I didn’t expect it to happen. I don’t think she did either. I was honestly calling to check on her, but the momentum of it hit us so fast, goddamn, I don’t know if we’ll survive finally fucking. My desire for her feels destructive. Like I’d break every neck and rule to be inside her.
But we can’t.
Not until we catch her ex-husband. Not until we find those servers with the video of her.
