“I think you hit my cervix. I think it made me orgasm.”
“Cervical orgasm, the unicorn.” He smiles.
“E.” I know E is usually the name reserved for Jax, but words are hard to form and I have to use my syllables sparingly.
He kisses my forehead. “Go wash up and come back in here and lie with me.”
“I can’t.” I cringe. Not even two seconds ago, I was saying I was going to take charge and now I’m chickening out. “Screw it. I’ll come back.”
“I’ll set an alarm, just in case.”
Happy, but still a little woozy, I roll out of bed and feel like a fish out of water. When I open the door, Knox is on the other side, walking in frenzied circles.
“What are you doing?”
He stops, his brow furrowing. “I wasn’t listening,” he snaps.
Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “You could have joined.”
“I know, but he hasn’t gotten a chance to spend a lot of time with you because he’s been cooking and stuff.”
“And stuff?”
Knox shrugs.
“I love you, Knoxxy baby.”
He smiles, his eyes beaming. “Evy baby.”
His lips feel like velvet under my soft kiss. “Good night, love.”
“Great night, Everlee.”
He walks back through his door and climbs into bed. I wash up in the bathroom and a few minutes later, I’m crawling back into bed with Emmett. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in tight. “I love you, Everlee McKinley.”
“I love you, Emmett Monroe.”
His body is warm and inviting, and I feel myself spiraling into the darkness of sleep minutes later.
EVERLEE - TWILIGHT ZONE
Nervescoursethroughmybody like a live wire, ready to shoot out and zap someone as I walk down the stairs. By the time I hit the bottom stair, I hear my mother’s voice filtering from the kitchen. She’s laughing about something, and then I hear Emmett, followed by Lizzy’s cackle. Tingles shoot up my spine because a cackling Lizzy means there was likely a joke told at my expense, and after last night with Emmett… I can only imagine.
I remember falling asleep in his arms, but when I woke up, I was cradling my makeshift pillow body in my bed. He must have carried me over in the early morning.
“Good morning darling,” mother sings from the kitchen, pouring some milk into a bowl. “Emmett and I are going to whip up some waffles. To learn fromtheEmmett Monroe.” She shimmies her shoulders.
“You flatter me,” Emmett coos, squeezing her shoulder.
What the fuck is happening? I discreetly try to pinch my leg to see if I’m awake or still dreaming. Moments ago, I was fairly certain I was awake… but… this feels like some sort of alternate reality, or maybe I’m in the Twilight Zone.
“Good morning,” Lizzy says, although the infliction in her words makes it sound more like a question than a statement.
“Good morning, Lizzy.”
“Apparently, Callum rented us some kayaks. They were just delivered.”
“Last time I was in a boat with Callum, we flipped over.” I laugh. “Don’t know if I want to do that again.”
