I blink, caught off guard. The question feels… very much about the future, about us. But it’s an important one.
"Yes. I would," I whisper, though I sense Snow already knew my answer. It seems obvious.
Still, he voiced it, and it created something extra between us, something hard to pinpoint, but surely an important conclusion.
When the social workers arrive, I struggle to hand the boy over. The warmth of his small body stirs something in me, a yearning I hadn’t known was there.
When the worker finally takes him from my arms, a hollow ache opens inside me, and I shrink into myself. Snow pulls me in tighter, and together we head for the exit.
"Poor boy…" I whisper.
Out in the parking lot, a crowd of reporters and onlookers gathers, so we slip away quickly.
"How are you feeling, Summer?" Snow asks quietly as we leave the center and merge onto the highway.
"I’m fine. You know… my life wasn’t in danger, but I feel for that omega and his son. I hope they’ll be okay."
"I’m sure they will," he says with quiet confidence.
We drive in silence for a long while. My mind feels hazy, buzzing with the fog that always creeps in when we’re not touching. Maybe it’s for the best, a chance to reset and step back from the accident?
Then, unexpectedly, my thoughts drift back to what I had planned for tonight.
It feels random, yet I can’t stop replaying what went on in the dome—before the cracks, before the chaos. That surge of orgasmic energy… It’s ridiculous to think about now, but I do it anyway.
Am I really that desperate?
I steal a glance at Snow, his profile sharp against the blur of the landscape flashing past the Jaguar’s window. We’ve moved like a perfectly tuned team, quick and in sync, when the crash happened, I felt his presence and support as something powerful and reliable.
Is this heading somewhere more between us? Into very intense, romantic territory?
I’m about to find out.
Because when we step out in front of the Nolans’ house, Snow circles the car and comes to stand close, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me in, his face lowering toward mine.
"This date didn’t end the way I wanted, Summer. I hoped it would be… calmer. But there’s one thing I still want just as much as when it began."
His head tilts slightly, his eyes burning with an intensity I’ve never seen in him before.
"Will you be mine, Summer? My boyfriend? I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you, from the day you arrived."
My breath catches. Emotion swells inside me, and in its rush I pull him closer, our lips meeting. The kiss is sweet, with a hidden promise of more woven between us as our bodies press together.
"I will," I murmur against his mouth. "Yes, I will!"
And I do want this, so much. I want to dive into the deep end, to finally live like everyone else, to have all the joys and pleasures that fill other people’s lives, even the excitements andthe worries. I want it, and Snow is not just a ‘hope’ for that, but a real chance.
We share a nature, and that means more to me than anything. Because on top of the normal life I long for, there is magic, and that makes it even better. Uniquely ours.
"I think tonight I can show you what I really look like," I whisper breathlessly. "Before we go further in our… relationship, you should know who you’re really with." I let a trace of sensual promise color my voice.
Snow smiles almost wildly, his eyes glowing. "I can’t wait, Summer. To see you in your full glory."
The weight of it hits me, and I blink.
"So tonight?"
He tilts his head. "Only if you don’t feel it’s too soon."
