Page 124 of Making Choices

It shouldn’t feel right, but it does.

Like she’s my home. My love. My future.

Of course, my happiness never holds for long.

My phone pings.

I try my hardest not to disturb Cherub as I lean over to swipe it from the pocket in my cut.

CUB: That All-seeing Skye profile has already posted about the drama at Mirage

His mention of the Instagram profile I pointed out to him pulls me back to the here and now. I read the attached screenshot. She’s latched on to an analogy that pits me and Venom at loggerheads over Cherub, and her canny accuracy annoys me. I type out a quick reply with one hand, blindly hitting send with my thumb as I peer down at the sleeping woman curled up next to me.

SLASH: Fuck

SLASH: Thought she might’ve been an ally

If Venom gets his knickers in a twist over the post, that’s on him.

Not sure if I should even bother denying it.

My years-long love for Cherub is an open secret at this point.

As usual, Cub’s response is almost immediate.

CUB: I’m gonna track her down – she needs to pick a side or fuck off

The clear delineation in Cub’s declaration hits home. His advice could just as easily relate to my conundrum as it does to the profile that’s bouncing between defending us and stirring shit for us online.

It could also apply to Venom.

Both of us think we’re doing the right thing by my duchess.

Eventually the time will come for her to make a choice between us.

If she doesn’t choose me, then maybe I need to fuck off out of her life.

Permanently?

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LILY

“Blegh.” Screwing up my nose, I try to work saliva into my dry mouth. “Gross.”

My eyelids are heavy as I snuggle closer to my man. My body is leaden. I’m still tired, yet I feel like I’ve slept for too long. Head pounding, I decide that the day can wait. An extra few hours’ sleep is just what the doctor ordered. As I adjust my head, I feel wetness under my cheek.

I guess that explains the dry mouth.

Zeke shifts next to me and I run my hand over his shoulder to make sure I haven’t dribbled on him during my sleep. When it turns out that I have, I blindly pull up the hem of the t-shirt I slept in to wipe his skin dry, all the while keeping my eyes closed so the daylight can’t encroach on my plans for a sleep-in.

“Sorry. I forgot to put my mouthguard in last night.”

“Mmmm.” The rumble in his chest vibrates through my body.

Shifting closer to him, I hook my leg over his hip and run my hand down his abs. He rolls halfway onto his side and cups my nape to bring my mouth to his. I flick his lip piercing with my tongue. Pushing my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, I encounter the piercing at the base of his cock and…

“Oh, my God. Shit.” Jumping out of the bed, I accidentally pull the comforter with me. The thick material tangles around my legs, tripping me over, as I expose Slash to the cool morning air. I land on my backside with my legs spread-eagle. Eyes wide, he sits bolt upright. We stare at each other, then we burst into laughter. “Holy hell, I am so sorry.”

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