This.
This is what’s been missing from my life for the past eight years.
Waverly.
Publicly a superstar, but privately as big of a dork as I am, looking for something she’s always known she couldn’t have because she has so much else, how could she trustthistoo?
I wrap my arms around her, tangling one hand in her crazy messy bedhead, and shift us to our sides.
Must. Grab. A. Condom.
Must. Keep. Kissing. Her.
Must—
“Oh my god, get your hands off my niece!”
Waverly shrieks.
I shriek.
She lunges for the sheet while I’m trying to duck—it’s instinct after one too many close calls in my early career that I don’t like to think about or talk about—and my forehead cracks against her elbow.
“My eyes,” Zinnia shrieks. “Oh my god, Waverly,what are you thinking?”
“Out!” Waverly snaps. “Getout!”
“You heard her!” Zinnia hollers.
“I was talking toyou,” Waverly yells back.
Me?
I’ve slid off the other side of the bed and am trying to decide if I’m gonna look like a unicorn when I hit the red carpet with Waverly tonight.
Also, my eyes might be slightly crossed with pain.
And if this had happened on the road, I woulddefinitelybe on deck with the team doc.
Something bats at my dick, and I realize the cat’s in here.
And he thinks my anatomy is a toy.
I cup myself with one hand.
He hisses.
Waverly and Zinnia are still shrieking at each other.
And one thing becomes blindingly clear.
If I have any chance at all of convincing Waverly that I’m worth it, it’s time to call in reinforcements.
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Waverly
I have never,everbeen in such a foul mood before.
