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She kissed my neck. “So are you. It’s why we fit.”
And God help me, I think she’s right.
Because for the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about Towers or blood.
I was thinking about her.
Just her.
And the terrifying, beautiful truth rising in my chest like a secret I can’t bury anymore: I might be completely fucked.
In every possible way.
Chapter 28
Girlfriend
The bath is too warm. The air smells like citrus oil. Lucas is behind me, fingers tracing lazy patterns along my thighs beneath the water.
It’s quiet.
Peaceful.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were just a normal couple on holiday , soaking together, trading soft kisses between sips of champagne.
But we’re not normal.
We’re us.
He brushes my damp hair aside and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. His stubble grazes my skin, and I melt all over again.
“Still okay?” he murmurs.
I nod. “A little sore. A lot smug.”
His chuckle rumbles against my spine as his arms wrap tighter around my waist.
“You earned it.”
We sat like that for a while. Not needing to talk. Just… being.
Until the doorbell rings.
Lucas sighs against my neck. “I swear if that’s Logan”
“It’s Logan,” a voice calls, followed by a hard knock. “Open up, lover boy.”
Lucas groans. “Of course it is.”
***
Ten Minutes Later
Lucas answers the door in joggers, hair still damp. Casual as hell.
Logan saunters in, dropping a wrapped bundle on the counter. It clinks.
I eye it. “Is that…?”
