She wishes them good night and tells them the obvious, that she loves them, then cuts the call. And now I’m the center of her entire attention.
“Is there a limit to your shamelessness?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like putting limits on anything.”
She pushes my head away, I roll onto my side beside her.
She lies down facing the other direction. “Sleep away from me.”
I chuckle and ask the room assistant to turn off the lights. Ten minutes pass, and I know she isn’t asleep yet. I shift closer and wrap my arms tightly around her.
“I just had a very scary nightmare,” I murmur. “I’m afraid. Save me.”
She scoffs. “Liar.”
I kiss her curls, right at the top of her head. “The demon in my nightmare was threatening to kill me. Will you cry if I die, Angel?”
“No one is killing you. And no, I won’t shed a single tear over your death. I’ll go to a club wearing the same black dress right after your funeral and dance all night.”
I laugh softly. “You’re so cold-blooded. And here I thought I married an angel.”
“You thought wrong.”
I hug her tighter, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again without her.
Around midnight, my sleep breaks, and I find her asleep with her face resting on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her on top of me. She shifts slightly, searching for a comfortable position. I hold both my arms on either side of her, leaving her no space to move away. Soon, she settles, calming down, lying peacefully on top of me with her head resting against my chest.
I fucking love sleeping like this.The calm it brings me can’t be achieved by anything else. Only her presence can summon this fierce, undeniable sense of belonging that consumes me.
I lift my head and press a soft kiss to her hair.
“My angel.”
chapter 26
Iselyn
So far, I’ve made absolutely no progress in irritating Matleon. If anything, he’s the one irritating me, which I do not support at all.
I draw a big, angry cross over the second point as well. Neither making him angry nor ignoring him is working.
My eyes drift to the third point. “Punish him by sexually frustrating him.” How exactly am I supposed to do this one?
Wen startles me when she suddenly speaks right above my head. “Yes. Do it.”
I’m sitting on the garden swing. I glance at her as she settles beside me. “Is your practice done?” I ask. She usually spends her evenings buried in piano practice.
She nods, then grins. “So, how are you planning to do this one?”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinking about,” I mutter, staring at my phone.
“I have an idea, I saw it in videos.” She snaps her fingers, practically bouncing with excitement. Wen and Avi are always thrilled at the idea of making Matleon’s life difficult. Not that there’s no bonding between them, they love each other deeply, but they love pulling his leg even more.
“Tie him to the bed and do R-rated stuff,” she giggles.
I grin. “Genius idea.”
Then reality hits. “Wait. How will I tie him?” Forcing Matleon is impossible.
