Page 52 of Romancing His Heart
I stacked all our belongings near the entryway last night, so I start there. Dragging the bags down one by one, I locate the electronics and pull out two new phones—one for each of us—and flip them on. We’ll change out the phones every couple of days to keep our signals intentionally crossed.
As the phones boot up, something pink and fluffy catches my eye. Crouching down, I let my fingers trace over the soft material sticking out of Sloane’s kink kit.
We’re going to have to talk about this, too.
Hearing the faint sounds of singing, I figure I have a few minutes and open the trunk. I know I’m invading her privacy, but I justify it by saying I needed to push this pink stuff back in.
Once it’s open, I run my fingers over the fluffy fabric that turns out to be a blindfold.
“I’m not a virgin, but I don’t exactly have a ton of experience.”
Her words will forever haunt me. Gently, I lift a small toy I know how to use and stifle a groan.Does she use this on herself?
Boundaries. We need boundaries. Rules.
And you’re no good for her, Loki.Despite what these toys would have anyone else believe, I know she’s too innocent for me.
How fucking innocent, though?
Slamming the lid shut, I grab a phone and pull up Preston’s number. I’m glad Ashton thought to load everyone’s info onto these. He doesn’t miss anything.
Loki: You’re a dick.
Preston: What do you mean?
Loki: You know exactly what I mean. We’re living in eight hundred square feet. There’s only one goddamn bed, and you send her with fucking lingerie that could rival Pornhub.
Preston: Hey, I’ll have you know it’s all high-end stuff. Plus, the girls picked that shit out. It would be creepy for her brother to do it.
*New Message-Girls*
Preston: Loki’s pissed off about Sloane’s wardrobe.
Lanie: What? Nooooo. Everything is super cute.
Julia: And fucking sexy as hell.
Loki: I am here to protect her, not fuck her.
*New Message-Fuckers*
Preston: Loki says he’s there to protect Sloane, not fuck her.
Trevor: Why can’t it be both?
Dexter: Does she want to fuck him, though? That’s the question.
Loki: Stop saying fuck. Preston, stop involving everyone in my shit.
*New Message-West*
Preston: Sorry, guys. Loki doesn’t want group chats, so I can’t add you.
Colton: Come on. Don’t leave me hanging.
Easton: …
Ashton: Limited. Messages. Limited.
