“What do you mean?” My hands lowered to her ass.
“You left us a few minutes ago. Did you get new info on Terratrex?” She chuckled and my movements stopped.
“I left?” I glanced around and saw I stood exactly where I’d been when Draco walked to his wife. He gave me a curious look but didn’t say anything as I released Emily.
“Yeah. You closed your eyes, and your power did its pretty orange vanishing thing.”
The images, the land, and Emily sitting on the grass.
No, not images. But a future. Our future. My powers took me to her, and she guided me back to this moment without telling me it was real. Cunning little woman.
“Right. Everything’s good. I was seeing if anything changed tomorrow. Nothing yet, but I believe in us.” Everything had changed. My heart raced and my whole body itched to jump again. To find my way back to that future and revel in it. I needed to find Phillip and see if that future was probable.
“I love you,” Emily whispered as her fingers pulled me close by my belt loops. “I’m ready to head back. Maybe we can do breakfast for dinner.” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and I decided the seer could wait.
I saw the future I wanted, and I’d be damned if I let anything take it away from me now.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Emily
There’s an odd out-of-body experience that takes over on the day you know you’re going to die. I woke up next to Vincent, who proceeded to worship every inch of me before shoving his face into my neck as we found release.
We cleaned up, dressed, and sat down for coffee and packaged muffins I bought yesterday. We didn’t talk, but that magnetizing draw between us had parts touching without realizing it. Toes, elbows, hips, hands. The balance Draco talked of between us ran through us like a current.
“Do you want to say bye?” Vincent’s chin lifted toward Chasity’s room, and I shook my head. I left her a letter by the coffee maker just in case. In the event of my death, she’d be given her inheritance. Not that she knew she could have it now. Part of me honestly worried she’d take me out if she knew. I had complete faith that she’d be ok if I died. Maybe happier. Some might say I was a coward for not speaking to her, knowing my potential fate. I did my best and tried to hold space for her inner battles. However, her scars weren’t an excuse for the wounds she inflicted on me.
“No. Let’s go to HQ.” I walked out the door and heard Vincent close it behind me. As we stepped out of the building, Vincent wove his fingers between mine with a smile.
“Let’s play the game.”
“What game?”
“Grateful for.”
“I can’t, you ruined it.” I blushed and tried to take my hand back, but his fingers tightened.
“I’ll start. I’m grateful that you’re grateful for my dick. There, now it’s out in the open.” He spoke at full volume. Where were the heroes to save me from this goof?
“I’m grateful for fresh air,” I tried, and yep, I was thinking about his dick instead of air.
“I’m grateful for magical mailboxes.” My gaze shot to his.
“I’m grateful for desperate days.” If I hadn’t been so desperate, I wouldn’t have written the emotional letter that connected us. One of my worst days paved the way for the best thing in my life.
“I’m grateful for your corny jokes.” He smiled through the words, and I appreciated this more than I’d ever find the language to convey.
“I’m grateful for smiles. Sometimes I worry my face will break from smiling from your teasing,” I called out with a swing of our joined hands.
“I’m grateful for your chaos,” he stated, and I tilted my head as we neared Pizza Pazza. I was chaos? “You are a messy eater, you take care of others like it’s your life’s mission, you wiggle when you’re excited, and are quick witted.” He paused to open the door to the restaurant. “You constantly surprise me. I never know what you’ll say or do. You are chaos in a perfectly pink package that I will always cherish.”
Would it be weird to ask him to marry me right now? Because I was tempted. How was he real? This massive, gorgeous man, with sexy long hair, a big dick, and kind heart jumped through time and loved me. Like… no one on earth could say that.
So I did.
“I’m grateful for you. My massive, gorgeous man, with sexy long hair, a big dick, and a kind heart, who jumped through time and loved me.”
We made it into the elevator and pressed the button before he tugged me via our joined hands. Our lips clashed seconds later, and I wondered if there was a pause button on the elevator. We could be quick.
