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“What about me?”

“Who holds you together when you can’t sleep?”

He immediately looks away.

“That’s what I thought.”

Silence settles between us.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, well, you were going on about your sob story. I couldn’t exactly let you be the only one who shared, could I?”

“Of course you could have, but I’m glad you didn’t.” I drag my bottom lip between my teeth. “Can I hug you?”

“If you have to.”

“I’m not going to force it on you,” I say because I’m almost positive that’s exactly what he wants. Pretend like he doesn’t want or need affection in moments like this when it’s all total bullshit.

He grunts, then lets go of my hand, wraps his arm around me, and hauls me in close. His face presses against my neck. “Shut up.”

“Not saying anything.”

“I can hear you smiling from here.”

I do my best to wipe it off my face because this isn’t the time. Seven just told me some super fucked-up, horrifying shit that makes me want to tear the world to shreds. I cling to him, holding him tight, trying to mesh the scarred, damaged pieces of him back together.

“I’m so glad you and Xander found each other,” I tell him.

He squeezes me tighter and doesn’t reply.

It’s not until later, when I’m starting to drift off, that I hear him murmur, “I’m so glad I found you.”

Chapter 29

SEVEN

Sleep ebbs away and is replaced by the intense ache between my legs. My usual morning wood is a full-blown boner and—

I’m rutting it against someone’s leg.

My eyes fly open to find Molly smiling over at me, hands propped under his chin.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, pressing his leg up higher.

I almost pant at the contact. He feels so good. He smells so good. I know I’m supposed to say this isn’t a good idea, and we shouldn’t and blah blah blah, but instead, I wrap an arm around him and crash my lips to his.

He sighs into the kiss, tongue twisting against my own, lips so goddamn soft and addictive.

“So much for keeping your hands to yourself,” I tease as I nip at his jaw.

Molly shifts his thigh again. “Technically, it’s my leg. No hands. Those are all to myself. Like I promised.”

I shudder and grip his ass, grinding harder into him. “Think you can get us both off with no hands?”

He grunts and rolls on top of me. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Oh, fudge.

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