I can’t even speak. I just lay there, so sated I feel no pain.
“Pazessca, my love. That was beyond amazing. God, you’re perfect. I love you so much,” Synn confesses, love written all over his face.
“I feel the same, Synn. I love you to eternity.”
I am boneless as I lay there.
Synn goes to get up, saying, “I’m just going to clean you up. Just getting a warm rag.”
“Okay,” I manage to say.
I let my eyes drift shut for a moment. I'm fast asleep before he even comes back.
Chapter 20
Hunter
I’mup to stretch my legs, sore from sitting in the computer chair for so long.
I meant to go see Maxim as soon as I found out where he was, but decided to wait until I could gather Synn, Frost, and Purge to go with me.
Checking the time, I frown when I realize it’s already noon.
I haven’t heard from Pretty Girl or Cynthia. Maybe they’re sleeping in? Time to go and see.
I knock on Pretty Girl’s door, hearing voices behind the door. One of them is male.
What the hell?
She swings open the door. “Oh, Hunter. Everything okay?” Pretty Girl blinks up at me, the picture of innocence.
I look past her and see Synn lounging naked in her bed. Steam threatens to pour from my ears.
“What is he doing here? Where's my sister?” I demand.
“Um... he spent the morning with me. Which is not your business, Hunter.” Pretty Girl does her best to give me a glare, but it falls short of its mark.
I clench my teeth. “Cynthia?”
“After the movie last night, she took off to talk to Thor. She never came back,” Pretty Girl squeaks out the last of that sentence.
“Oh, hell no. I'm going to kill that little bastard.” I am seething with rage.
But Pretty Girl stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Please hear them out. Your sister deserves some happiness after all she’s been through.”
“Fine—but he better not have laid a hand on her,” I swear, already turning to head to Thor’s room.
I walk fast, impatient.
“Thor!” I bang on his door loudly. “Get your ass out here!”
I hear a grumbled “Oh, shit” and a female voice murmuring.
The door opens, and a grinning Thor is looking rumpled, like he just woke up... or was just having sex.
“Hey, man. Sorry, time got away from me.”
I reach in and grab him by the nape of his neck. “Is Cynthia in there?”
