I’m not teasing her. I’m memorising her. Everything. Every small detail, every look, every shrug. Her likes, her dislikes. I want to know everything—and my girl likes stars.
Can you buy a star?
I bet Julien knows—he always knows shit like that, like he’s got an encyclopaedia in his head. And I know Zeek would find a way to buy a full fucking constellation. Kane wouldprobably just stare at me, and say nothing. Then, a week later, we’d find out he’d bought the most ominous-looking star in the galaxy, or a black hole.
“If that’s how I picked my first name, maybe it’s a good thing I never chose a second...” she trails off with a breathy little laugh.
“You can have ours.”
She stares at me, brows furrowed but still smiling. “What?”
“Our second name.”
She huffs a laugh. “I don’t think it works like that, Sai.”
“Who says?” I’m not smirking because I’m not joking.
And now I can’t shake it, her with our surname. Tied to us, part of us, part of the vow we made.
Jasmine Nimur.
Fuck. Has anything ever sounded as good as that?
That’spoetry.
“So… if I search you up now, with that name, Sai Nimur.” She doesn’t even realise how sexy she’s made that sound, or maybe she does because my markings pulse. “Would I find anything?”
“Nope.”
Her head tilts. “And why is that?”
“Zeek might look like some almighty, powerful lord, but he’s also a massive geek. Deletes every trace of us. Don’t ask me how.”
She seems… relieved by that piece of information. Interesting.
And now I can’t help but pick at it.
“Happy no one’s got a wall with our faces on it? No‘Simps for Sai’fangirls?” I smirk.
But she doesn’t scowl or roll her eyes like I expect. She just looks away, then tries to pull her hand back.
No. I need this. I need to feel her. Especially after last night.
When Zeek showed up, sure, I was relieved, but I was also so fucking angry.
Kane tried to send him back, and it was only when Zeek shared the memory of our girl standing over him, demanding he go, that we backed off.
Still, I worried all night. What if she ran again? What if she left us? Changed her mind? And why the hell does my chest still ache with those thoughts when she’s right here?
When her touch starts to slip away, I lace my fingers through hers. She stops and stares at our hands now tangled between us.
“We’re yours, Red.” Believe me, hear me, have me. “And we’ll keep saying it until you believe it, and then I’ll probably say it some more.”
She swallows. “But would you only be mine?” Her voice is so quiet, so unsure.
I frown. What does she mean?
Whydoes she sound like that?
