Page 340 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I love you, Rosalie. I do. You own me, baby.”
“I love you too, Ani. You own me right back.”
“Evan?” Anson called out.
“Yeah?” he answered softly.
“I didn’t whisper one recipe for chicken to her.”
Evan let out a soft huff of laughter. “I’m impressed. I thought you might.”
I had no idea what they were talking about, but I loved hearing them laugh together.
Anson pulled out of my body, and Evan was quick to bring me against his chest. Anson curled up behind us, spooning me.
“I like this,” I murmured.
Evan kissed the top of my head fiercely. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
Anson kissed my shoulder, his arms around me tightly.
I closed my eyes, my heart full, but still cracked. I knew it probably would be for a long time because, while angry, I still loved my horsemen.
Somewhere deep inside my heart, that love battled it out with my hatred.
But this? Ani and Evan?
This was good.
The timing was finally right.
ONE HUNDRED NINE
ROSALIE
We stayed and honeymooned at the cabin for two weeks. It was two weeks of pure bliss.
Evan was quiet, and I was OK with that. He enjoyed spending a lot of time alone, gazing up at the night sky. Ani and I would join him on the front porch sometimes, and he’d smile at us, but remain quiet.
We only made love in the dark and only with the three of us together. I knew Anson didn’t want to push it and try to have me alone. I was OK with that. I liked the three of us together. Someday, we’d get there. They took turns loving me in our bed. When one was inside me, the other held my hand—kissed my lips. Whispered to me how much they loved me.
It was a different dynamic than what I was used to, and I definitely didn’t hate it.
Now and then, my horsemen would creep into my head. Or Klaus. Klaus had been a permanent resident in my head lately.
I sat on the front porch, staring out at the mountains, while Ani and Evan slept in. We’d made love well into the night, and I woke feeling a little sick to my stomach.
I pushed the thought off, and made some hot chocolate before sitting outside in the rocking chair with a blanket over my legs.
My phone buzzed, and I looked at a message from Klaus.
Klaus: Hey, hummingbird. Do you have a minute for an old man?
I smiled at his text.
Rosalie: Do I know you?
Klaus: You’re still silly, huh?
