Page 65 of Midnight Torment

“Say it,” I demanded. “I’m not a snuggler.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck. “But I love that you are.” She tried to divert my attention from my task by smothering me in kisses.

I clamped my hands around her wrists and slowly brought them to either side of her head as I knelt between her knees. My right eyebrow rose in silent question and the unrepentant rebel stared back at me.

“Fine,” I muttered. “You had a fair warning.”

Then I returned to my tickle attack. Megan screamed and struggled, her giggles filling the room and making me lightheaded. For someone so small, I could barely keep her held down as my fingers sought out every sensitive area that made her squirm. Her arms and legs were weapons that were flailing around her and battering me.

“Jordan!” She wailed my name as she tried to free herself. “I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Don’t care. Admit I’m not a snuggler.”

“No!” She sucked in a breath and tried to crawl away on her belly.

“Ah ah ah! No escape for you!” I launched myself forward and wrestled her down, my teeth skimming her shoulder as I continued on my sustained attack on her tickle zones.

“Please!” she begged, almost breathless. “Stop! You win!”

My fingers automatically ceased, and I sat back with a smug smile on my face. She gave me that narrow-eyed stare, one hand on her stomach and the other at her throat. Then she bolted up and almost ran to the toilet.

“Problem?” I called out.

“You’re making my fanny cry!”

That was a new one on me, and I couldn’t prevent the laughter that escaped at the thought of her fanny weeping tears of laughter instead of her eyes. Her head popped around the door just to give me another glare.

“Fucker,” she muttered before she disappeared again, leaving me chuckling.

I lifted my phone to check the time and message the guys that I was on the way to the airport. We operated on the policy of knowing where each other was and if we didn’t check in, then there was a problem.

“Ready?” I shouted on my way into the bedroom.

Megan sat on the side of the bed looking sad, which made every muscle in my body freeze. Had I taken it too far earlier?

“Is it wrong that I don’t want to go home?” She glanced up. “We’ve been happy here.”

The air rushed back into my lungs. “We can be happy wherever we are.” I held my hands out to her, and her smaller ones found their home in mine. “We’ll only be moving in with Zee and Cas for a while until the threat is over.”

“Will it ever be over?” she asked. “Or will another one find its way out of a locked wardrobe?”

My lips lifted in a grin at her grumpy expression. “I have made a few enemies over the years since I’m a bit of an asshole.”

“Just a bit?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “I have my moments. What can I say? I’m complicated.”

She let me pull her up until her body was flush with mine and I stared down at her to tuck unruly curls behind her ear.

“I can’t change who I am,” I said in a low tone. “I wish I could, but what you see is what you get.”

She sighed and leaned her forehead on my chest. “That’s the problem, Jordan. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I keep thinking that one day you’ll wake up and realise I’m not good enough for you.”

My hand under her chin tipped her face up so I could look into her eyes. “And one day you’ll wake up and realise that I don’t want anyone else. I never have since I found the missing part of my soul five years ago.” A tear slipped down her face, and I wiped it away with my thumb. “I’ve told you before that you’re it for me. I was sure before and I’m even more sure now. We might even commission a real set of rings when we get home. I know a really talented jewellery designer.”

Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she slowly shook her head. “What are you saying, Jordan?”

My hands cupped her face. “That maybe I should stop worrying about the future and start making plans for it.” My thumbs caressed the corners of her lips. “That I should follow Zee’s example of manning the fuck up and marking my claim to keep all the assholes from sniffing around.”

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