I groan, jaw tightening. “You’re not helping.”
She strokes me once, lazily, teasing. “Just checking. For science.”
I catch her hand gently, stilling it. “Luna…”
“Yeah?” she breathes, not pulling away.
I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “If we go again, I want it to be when I can look you in the eyes. Not like this.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then, her voice, softer now. “Wow. That’s… surprisingly romantic for a guy who tied me up and called me his little goddess just a few hours ago.”
“Multitudes,” I murmur into her skin. “I contain them.”
She laughs—quiet, low, warm. Then she shifts back, pressing her spine fully to my chest. Her fingers slide up to lace through mine.
“So no round two?” she whispers.
“Not yet.”
Another beat of quiet. Then she says, “You really are something, Thor.”
I hold her a little tighter.
God help me.
She still thinks I’m Thor.
But for now, I let the moment last.
Because I know that once morning comes?—
Everything changes.
22
FAITH
Iwake up warm, safe, and sore in the best possible way.
For a moment, I forget where I am. Then the scent of him hits me—woodsmoke, leather, something darker. My legs shift beneath the sheets and I feel the delicious ache between them, and then I remember everything.
The truck.
The mask.
Thor.
A slow grin stretches across my face.
My eyes are still shut, but the memories flash bright and vivid. His mouth, his hands, the way he made me feel like I was the only woman on earth. Like I was a goddess. Like I could be anything, do anything.
I reach behind me, instinctively, but he’s not there. The spot is still warm, though. I blink, slowly opening my eyes.
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
I turn over.
