“Not smug, I just know what you need.” I press a kiss against her palm, then wrap mine around it as she places it back down.
Those haunting blue eyes look up at me through her lashes, the very same eyes I looked for in another. I never could; the thought of even trying to replace her sent an unbearable rage through me. She’s the only one of her kind, and she was fucking made for me.
Just like I am for her.
I’ve always been selfish when it came to Indie, and some sick, deep and unhinged part of me hoped that once I brought down the twins—the entire Omnia—she’d somehow come back to me.
That I could run to her, tell her the atrocities I bestowed upon them, and win back her love for me.
But the way she’s looking at me, I don’t think our love was ever gone, only lost on its path.
And like she can read my thoughts, she tucks herself into the crook of my arm.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, not since…” Her breathing tremors. “You know.”
My thumb traces up and down the dip of her spine as I close my eyes, kissing the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.
Something eases up in my chest when I admit mine. “I haven’t either, Indie.”
The bed sheets lie rumpled at the end, and I lean up to drag them over us when I notice the goosebumps forming across her skin.
She tightens her hold on me, and we lie in a comfortable silence.
And for the first time in years, I don’t have to dream about her.
37
Indie
Sweet - Dark Eye, ELZON
Soft,subtlelightglowsagainst my eyes; they flutter open to a room I don’t immediately recognise. When I flex my palm, suddenly aware of the heat radiating from the man beside me, I instantly ease up.
Saint lies on his back, his head facing away from me, the smooth rise and fall of his chest telling me he’s still asleep.
I steal the moment to drink him in; he really is the most handsome human to walk this planet. His dark artwork just adds an extra edge to him, making him look even more dangerous than he already is.
He’s impossible to resist, and his eyes enrapture me in a temptation that breaks every barrier I’ve ever built around myself.
His full, dark lashes flutter, and a faint snore pushes past his lips, urging a gentle smile on my face.
I’ve never seen the devil look so peaceful, the permanent dip of his brow relaxed, like the constant stress and worries haveleft him, along with the filthy words that made my toes curl last night, all of it kept at bay by his slumber.
I carefully unwrap myself, ready to place my feet on the ground, when a thick hand grips around my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Saint says, his voice rough with sleep, and I huff a laugh as I turn back to him.
“Jesus, you were snoring two seconds ago.” I smile.
He turns his head to face me, the faint morning sun breaching through the shields of the window, making those grey eyes glow.
He runs his free hand through his messy hair, adding to that already gorgeous bedhead.
“I don’t snore; I breathe deeply. Besides, I’m always aware of my surroundings.Youdon’t exactly move with the fucking grace you think you have.”
I bark a laugh, giving in to the tug he has on my arm, and lie back down beside him. “You’re an asshole in the morning. Did you know that?”
“And you’re being loud. Tone it down; this is my first peaceful morning in years.”
