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I extended my free hand to him to take it. And that was when everything clicked right into place. And I realized that I never wanted to lose this feeling ever.

Never again.

Chapter 13 - Hector

On Sunday morning, I found Faye curled up on the futon in the FROG. I stood in the doorway for a while, just looking at her with a sense of affection growing in my chest. The way she made my heart beat—the way she made my heartskipa beat—was something that I didn't think anybody could accomplish. The fact that I had ever rejected her was the wrong move. My apology in front of her parents had mostly been for show. But I felt in my heart that it was time to start making genuine amends.

I walked to the futon, feeling regret and guilt consume me all at once.No, if I apologize now, then it wouldn't hold the same weight. Besides, it was a thing of the past. I'd already made amends for her in front of everyone. I didn't need to do it every single day.

But what if I choose to do that?

She started to stir as the sunlight draped across her face. She wasn't awake yet, and I almost didn't want her to be awake yet. I wanted to keep observing her and seeing how she adjusted to her new surroundings. Everything she did from this moment on would determine her reputation in the pack. I wasn't sure if she quite understood that. But at the same time, I was concerned about the way the pack would act with her if she made the wrong move.

What would happen when her powers started to act up again? I wasn't sure exactly what the move would be for that. Adrian hadn't exactly given me any type of advice about the situation, and it wasn't like we had anybody in the pack who had this kind of experience. No roadmaps were available. No instructions. Even Megara had ditched without a word.

We were really winging it here.

Her eyelids fluttered, indicating that she was about to wake up. I wanted to do something with her today, something that would give us a little bit of a break from everything that we had just done over the weekend. The celebration from Friday had spilled into Saturday, exciting everyone in the pack to such an extent that we had gifts piling up on the front porch. I had already brought in about twenty different baskets. Baked goods, homemade jelly, or pickled vegetables were among the most popular. Rhiannon kept bringing us bouquets. Daria made a beaded wall hanger for the doorway. Even Mortimer had gotten excited and made a set of throwing daggers for Faye.

Faye rolled to her back, her hair spilling over and reminding me of how I'd caught her in the woods. I knelt next to the futon and pushed a lock of hair from her face. Light trickled over the white scar tissue on her throat, her sternum, and then to her breasts, barely held in by her white tank top.

I smiled. “Good morning.”

She took a deep breath, sighed, and rolled to her left side, turning her back to me. “I want five more minutes.”

I chortled while playing with her hair. “I see we're already off to a bratty start.”

She shrugged her right shoulder. “Somebody has to be defiant around here. I think it's got to be me, right? Because I’m getting the princess treatment.”

I laughed a little louder, feeling that wonderful sense of elation again.

She reached for my hand and threaded her fingers with mine. “Do we have any leftover bacon?”

I nodded, satisfied with how she reached for me. That was one good way to reassure me of her commitment. “We have plenty of leftover food. Do you want me to make something?”

She sighed in agreement and then sleepily drifted into a nap.

Something like this might have made me upset with anybody else. But with Faye, I felt like she could do almost anything she wanted, and it wouldn't hurt me. Anything short of running away, obviously. I might also be opposed to her whacking my arm while laughing. Nothing was more annoying than violence born from amusement.

I kissed her forehead and stroked her cheek before leaving the room. I went downstairs and whipped up some bacon and eggs. After that, I made some coffee. Anyone else might have been disturbed by their mate sleeping in a separate room, but we needed the rest. Hell had no fury like a woman with an unlimited sex drive. I was embarrassed to admit that she was wearing me out.

While chuckling at my thoughts, I put everything on a tray to take back up to her along with some toast. When I sat next to her, she stirred again, this time sitting up abruptly and jumping at her plate like she hadn't eaten in weeks. “I guess I should be thankful you didn't keep me in some creepy basement.”

I snorted. “Come on. Do I really look like a creep to you?”

She took a bite of her toast and used the bitten edge of the bread to wave at me. “Not really.”

I raised my eyebrows at her as I took a sip of my coffee, giving her a non-verbal indication that I was interested in hearing more about this creepy definition of hers.

But instead of diving into any kind of over-explanation, she pointed to the window with her thumb. “Can we go anywhere? Or are we just going to be stuck inside, sleeping with each other forever?”

I laughed as I tried to chew my eggs. After swallowing them, I gave her a smirk. “You want to leave the house?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Should we be worried about demon attacks?”

I rested my hand on her knee. “We should stay cautious, yes, but I was thinking of taking you into Point Pleasant to see the sights. What do you think?”

She perked up. “We can go see the Mothman thing?”

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