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He towed me out to the beach, and we spent the next few hours in the sky.

Cam was right.

It was easy.

And I did love it… almost as much as I loved him.

twenty-one

CAMERON

After we left the island, we spent a few days at my parents’ place. They did in fact love my mate even more than they loved me. Molly and my mother were partners in crime before the first day ended, which told me I should dread the coming years.

I didn’t, though.

I looked forward to them, as much as that would’ve surprised my past self.

After three days at her grandmother’s house—who was my new partner in crime—and a small, intimate outdoor wedding, we made our way home.

The apartment we had shared was already occupied by another compatible mate, but that wasn’t home.

Home was wherever Molly was.

The Society had moved her things to a home I owned near my parents’ favorite house. It wasn’t a secret that we’d be taking over for them after the next vote, which would take place in six months. We had six months to learn everything we needed to—and Molly was surprisingly excited about it.

I chalked that up to her being pissed about the way she’d been thrown out of that plane.

I opened the beach house’s double doors for Molly, making sure there was space for her wings before she stepped through. She kept bumping them into things, and they were so sensitive that it hurt badly. So, that had become my task.

I enjoyed it tremendously.

Particularly because it gave me the chance to brush my fingers over them frequently, which always made her shiver.

I hadn’t had the chance to play with them the way I wanted to yet, but we had time.

All the time in the world.

Molly looked around the furnished home, nodding her head as she checked it out. She wasn’t one who enjoyed decorating, but I knew what she liked, and I’d made sure it would satisfy her long before we moved there.

“It’s beautiful,” she admitted, walking out onto the balcony after the tour was over. “And look, it comes with sand.”

I grinned, tucking an arm around her waist and plopping a kiss on her forehead. “Your favorite.”

It wasn’t where I wanted my mouth, after a week of stolen moments and quiet sex in other people’s homes, but I’d still take it.

“It would be a shame to separate me from it,” she agreed.

“The biggest of shames.”

Turning, she wrapped her arms around me. “You’re a good man, Cam. I’m glad you fought for me on the island.”

“Careful, or you’ll make me hard with your compliments,” I murmured into her hair, earning another soft laugh.

“Who said I didn’t want you hard?”

“The uncertainty on your face told me plenty, Lollipop.”

Her humor faded.

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