Embry took a shaky breath of his own and leaned closer. “I do. And I know you love me, so I’m not worried about doing this and fucking it up.”
He kissed me before I could compute what he meant. In his bedroom. On hisbed.His lips touched mine, soft and sweet, and he smiled, despite the tremor I felt in him. “I’ll get better at this, I swear.”
“You don’t need to.”
“That’s why I will.”
I was so fucking in love with him. I opened my mouth to tell him so, but a knock at the door made me jump out of my skin.
Saint. He had a plate in one hand, two mugs in the other. “Sorry.”
He didn’t look that sorry, but with Saint it was hard to tell.
Embry licked my lips, an evil swipe of his tongue. Then rose to meet Saint at the door, claiming a mug for himself before waving Saint inside.
Saint hesitated.
I mourned the loss of Embry’s lips on mine, but it was good to see my friend. I got my shit together and scooted back against the headboard. “Come in, brother.”
Saint ventured forward and handed me the plate and a mug of wicked-strong coffee. The plate contained a sandwich made from Spanish bread, pork, and manchego cheese, with a... strawberry on top?
“Liliana,” he said. “You’re hungry, right?”
Truthfully, I wasn’t sure, but I tore into the sandwich all the same, and the world seemed to change as I ate it. The walls solidified. The carpet stopped distorting. And Embry was so fucking real and warm beside me that every part of my body relaxed.
I emptied the plate.
Drained my coffee mug.
Embry fiddled with his oil diffuser, and Saint watched me, his complicated face more complicated than usual.
I wiped my mouth. “Something on your mind?”
Saint’s stare was endless, but I was used to him. I loved him. So I let him stare until he figured it out.
“You wrote on me.”
Oh fuck. Of all the brothers I’d branded with those numbers, I knew it was him who’d feel it most. “I trusted you.”
“Why?”
“Bro, you’re the first real friend I ever had.”
He almost smiled, but Alexei arrived and stole his attention.
“Wingman.”
Saint tilted his head, his greeting silent, but potent enough that Alexei smirked and came close enough to lean on him as he scrutinised me.
“You look better.”
“Thanks.”
“Is there anything you need, enforcer?”
“Nothing that can’t wait until church.”
“You will not have to wait long then.”
