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He yawns again. “Okay, but I want to cuddle.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you right now.” Or ever.
Chapter 21
Ethan
Wick mademe recover the rest of the week before we set any dates. Didn’t matter because we talked through all hours of the night. We stayed at my grandmother’s house simply because it has room and we need to decide where we’d like to live. It needs to be some place I can easily get to campus and where Wick’s happy too.
My grandmother and Florence both came to chat and I think Wick’s softening towards my grandmother, but who knows? I’m still processing everything. I’m not sure how long it’ll take to fully realize what her actions cost. But I have Wicky back and that’s all that matters.
Wick’s still asleep, but we promised today we’d go on a date and I don’t wanna wait too long. He said he had a surprise and I get impatient.
I kiss one eyelid, then the other. His mouth twitches. So I know he’s already waking up.
“I’m ready for the surprise.”
“Five more minutes.” He throws an arm over his eyes and turns away from me with a grin.
I sigh dramatically and settle back into bed and tap my thigh. Wick snorts as he faces me again and buries his face in my neck.
This is how it is, playful Wick, and I love it. It took him so long to let his true nature out. He always felt he had to repress himself because Van was always fucking around, but Wick’s allowed to be true to himself, too.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get dressed.” He hauls me to my feet and pats my butt on our way to the bathroom. I love how comfortable he is being naked with me, but his silk pajamas are even sexier. The way they cling to his form makes my mouth water.
“We could get distracted for a tiny bit,” I say.
“Maybe at the surprise.” Wick wiggles his brows and I can’t help the laugh.
“You have me intrigued.” I dress in a pair of dress slacks and a nice button-up shirt the same color of my eyes. When I face him, he’s in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
He holds out his hand. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
We’re in the living room of a cute little cottage.
“If you hate it, that’s fine. It’s close to Florence and campus. Rosco and Vi will have plenty of room to do their thing. Squid, by the way, why the hell is the squirrel named Squid?”
I snort. “Florence thought it’d be funny. So Squid the squirrel.”
“Okay, they have a sense of humor.”
“You’ll catch on the longer you know them.” I turn in my spot and take everything in. “This is perfect.” There’s a couch facing bay windows looking out into the woods. A kitchen, and what I’m assuming are a few bedrooms and a bathroom.
“I know how much you hate Cordia’s big mansion.”
“I do. What the hell would we do with that much room?”
“Exactly. And I do like my apartment in the demon realm, so I’m keeping it. We can visit whenever. If you want to keep your campus apartment, that’s fine. But I thought…” He looks around. “This could be ours. If you’re interested. If you’re not?—”
I launch myself at him. “Seriously, I love it. And it’s perfect. Close to Flo and campus? You’re so good to me.” I tug him down by the horn. “Should we break in the mattress?”
Wick moans into my kiss. “I brought lube.”
My breath hitches. “Fuck me.”
“That’s the plan,” he whispers against my lips. Instead of walking, he teleports us to the master bedroom and throws me onto the bed. “You shouldn’t have worn something fancy.” Wick yanks off his t-shirt and stalks towards me as I scramble to unbutton my shirt.
