Page 58 of Little Sunshine

If that’s the case…

I’ll start throwing hands at whoever wakes me.

I scoffed at my loopiness as I rolled to the side.

It’d been one of the top five worst days in my life, but even I had to admit there were worse ways for it to end.

I was nearly asleep when a hazy thought hit me.

Beyond the strong scent of laundry soap…

I was right.

This bed smells like the behemoth.

And then I was out.

Ash

She’s asleep.

I think.

Or she’s quiet because she snuck back out through the kitchen and is going to pull a Juliet by getting lost in the desert.

It wasn’t possible—no way she could bypass the security system—but the thought set me on edge.

After Maximo had rescued Juliet from her sack-of-shit father and brought her to his house, I’d thought the cameras in her room were overkill. Not only had her door been secured by high-tech locks, but someone had almost always guarded it. I’d figured there was no way she’d get past the lock, one of us goons, and then all the way through the house to the front door.

And I’d thought that right up until she’d done exactly that.

Even once Juliet had decided to stay, the cameras had stayed up. Not because Maximo worried she’d run again, but because he liked to watch her. Something he still did when they were apart.

I didn’t judge, but I also hadn’t gotten it.

Until right then.

Because with Mila around the corner, I’d give my left fucking nut to see her. In my room.

In my bed.

Christ.

My hard cock ached.

I’d tried to explain to it that she was injured.

That she’d been through a shit-ton—and clearly not just that night.

That she wasn’t mine.

But my dick and I were sick bastards.

It wasn’t just about the possessive need I had no right to feel. I wanted the reassurance she was okay. Sleeping instead of tossing and turning as she relived whatever she’d gone through.

Shit.

I ran my palm down my face.

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