Page 116 of Royce: The Handler


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“I miss her more.”

“Then tell her.”

His message was clear. He wanted me in St. Catana.

“I’ll be there. As soon as all of this is over.”

He stared, unblinking. Unmoving.

“Promise.”

“Bring your newest experiment.”

I chortled. Liquid spilled from my mouth and went up my nose. The burning sensation forced my eyes closed as I waited for the pain to subside.

“Ugh!”

I clipped my nose, hoping to speed the process. Slowly, the burning sensation vanished. I reopened my eyes, fully expecting Chemistry in my line of vision.

Teddy.

I turned around, peering down the hallway toward the door just as it connected with the frame.

I love you, too.

In every lifetime.

Sadness promised to swallow me whole.

I’ll find you.

I finished the mixture I’d been tasked with completing and tossed the bottle in the trash. A shower was in my near future. The thought of changing into something more comfortable replaced the bleakness Chemistry’s presence left me with. Just as quickly, the thought of bringing the bags inside plagued me.

I dragged my feet across the floor, nearing the door. The bags wouldn’t be spending unnecessary hours in the car. I wouldn’t rest until they were inside, unpacked, and everything was in its rightful place.

I opened the front door. My right foot collided with the unknown. I lowered my gaze. The bags I was headed to the car to grab were at the door. So were long legs, dark skin, and a handsome face I loved more than my own sometimes.

“I’ll be waiting.”

My heart’s smile reached my lips as I stepped around the bags. My arms snaked Chemistry’s frame.

“As long as you’re happy, baby, nothing more matters.”

He didn’t wrap his long arms around me. Neither did he pull me deeper into his chest. He allowed me time to collect myself before demanding space.

Not with words.

His limbs tensed. His breaths grew shallow. His heart rate sped against my ear.

“You want me to let you go, huh?” I chuckled.

“You’re acting like a girl, Royce.”

“What happened with Derrick?”

“All is well. I’d tell you if it wasn’t.”

“Good.”