She cleans the gash on my arm with antiseptic. I hiss through my teeth but don’t pull away.
“What were you thinking?” she asks as she threads a needle. “Taking on three guys by yourself?”
“Wasn’t thinking. Just needed to hit something.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m stupid.”
“That’s not an answer.” She starts stitching. Her hands are steady, gentle despite the pain she’s causing. “Talk to me, Titan.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing if it sent you hunting for a fight.” She ties off one stitch, starts another. “Is this about the wedding?”
I don’t answer. Don’t know how to explain that seeing her on Ash’s lap this morning made me want to punch walls.
“Titan.” She pauses, looks at me. “Talk to me.”
“I saw you this morning,” I admit. “You and Ash. In the common room.”
Understanding dawns on her face. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” I look away. “I’m happy for you guys. Really. Ash is a good man, and you deserve someone who’ll treat you right.”
“But?”
“But I can’t stop thinking about the cabin.” The confession spills out. “About that night with you. How good it felt, how right. And now you’re married and I’m supposed to just…what? Pretend it never happened?”
She finishes the stitches in silence. Ties them off, cuts the thread, bandages the wound. Then she looks at me. “I haven’t forgotten,” she says quietly. “That night meant something to me too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She moves to my split knuckles and cleans them carefully. “But I’m married now. To Ash. And I have to figure out what that means.”
“What if it means you don’t have to choose?”
She pauses. “What?”
“What if you could have both?” I pull her closer, settle her on my lap. “What if being Ash’s wife on paper doesn’t mean you have to forget about the rest of us?”
Her breath catches. “Titan?—”
“I know it’s crazy.” My hands rest on her hips. “I know it’s not how things usually work. But nothing about this situation is usual. And I really, really hope you won’t forget about me now that you’re legally hitched.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but her eyes catch on something over my shoulder.
I turn to find Ash leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Shit.
But then he smiles. “Guess we need to figure out an arrangement between the four of us.”
I blink. “You’re not pissed?”
“Why would I be pissed?” He pushes off the doorframe and walks into the room. “I married her to protect her, yeah. But I’mnot stupid enough to think one wedding erases what happened at the cabin.”
“So…” Bonnie looks between us. “What are you saying?”
