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Christ. I probably sound weak as hell. “I’m good, though.” I tuck my knees in. “How are you?”

He pauses, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “You’regood?” He squints. “You just described a stabbing sensation in your gut, constricted air in your throat, maybe your lungs, and pressure in your head. But you’re ‘good though?’”

I snicker.

The corner of his lip crooks up, and he mocks, “My whole body feels like it’s being turned into minced meat, but, y’know,I’m good.”

“Stop.” My head falls forward as I shake with laughter.

“Aight, listen. Even though you’regoodand all, we’re gonna rest today. I’m gonna hold you, and we’re gonna watch TV, eat, and do whatever we want.”

God, that sounds amazing.

“I’m supposed to see Anaïs,” I tell him.

“I think, after everything that happened, she’ll understand if you go tomorrow.”

“Yeah, she would.” I wish she could come here and be with us.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaning in to give me a kiss.

I try to duck it. He’s all minty. “I haven’t brushed.”

“I don’t care,” he says, smacking his lips against mine.

Simba jumps up from the floor as he stands. “Get ready to block out the world.”

“Like our cabin.”

“Yeah.” His eyes glaze over. “Like our cabin.”

CHAPTER 55

SALEM

Iwake and reach for Blue. When my hand pats the cold comforter, I groan and stare down at my morning wood. We spent all of yesterday talking, making love, and never being more than a few feet apart, and still, I miss him.

I drag myself out of bed, throw on my sweats, and follow the sounds to the kitchen.

He looks up as I enter. “Nooo. I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”

I grunt as I stalk over, pull down his briefs, and hike him up onto the counter.

“I’m making chocolate pan—Fuuuck.”

His hands massage my scalp as my lips wrap around his cock.

“Waaaiiit,” he slurs. “S-stove.”

I grunt as I work him down my throat.

“Baby…wait.”

I reach into my briefs to give myself some relief when a stripe of wet sludge slashes against my cheek.

I still and glare up at him.

He snickers, holding a spoonful of batter.