Page 105 of Trick-or-Treated

“If she’ll have us,” I murmur, kissing the tip of her nose.

Marcus grunts. “I’ll do it. If it’s the only way to have her…”

“It can’t be that,” Gabe argues. “You have to want it. We have to choose her.”

“I’ll always choose her,” Marcus says stubbornly.

“We’ll figure it out,” I say easily. “We have all night.”

I don’t know if I’m ready to fall in love. But I know I want this. Want her. And other than a couple of moments where my chest seized up, sharing her hadn’t been so bad.

It’d been… hot, actually.

I start to kiss along her neck, slowly hardening against her.

“Let her rest, Cole,” Gabe warns.

I groan softly against her skin when she whimpers in her sleep.

“But she wants it.”

“She’s asleep. How do you know?” Gabe asks.

Marcus lets out a low chuckle, surprising me.

“Have you met Margo?” he jokes, and Gabe barks out a laugh.

I should be bolting right now. In my defense, there’s a storm raging and I can’t really go anywhere.

But even when it starts to die down, I stay wrapped around Margo. I haven’t held a woman like this in a long time. One-night stands don’t usually stick around long enough to cuddle.

I’d told her about Belle. About my persona. And she hadn’t run.

I brush a strand of hair behind her ear and I’m about to kiss her when her phone buzzes to life where she’d left it on the nightstand.

Ding, ding, ding.

I frown. “Should we turn it off?”

Margo jerks awake at the sound of the repeated dinging of the phone.

She reaches across me to grab it and her eyes scan it quickly, her face falling.

“Princess?” I say softly, but Margo’s already scrambling up.

“Mierda. Shit. Shit!”

She wriggles off the bed between me and Gabe even as Marcus tries to drag her back to him.

“What’s going on?” Marcus asks, frowning and sitting up.

I roll over onto my back, watching her pace around and type frantically on her phone.

She’s not breathing.

“Margo,” Gabe says finally, tone sharp, and she meets his eyes.

Tears track down her face.