Teddy was his anchor.
He felt hands reach up and swipe across the mess on his face, and he mourned the loss of the intimacy of it.
“Wren,” Teddy murmured, pressing soft kisses to his mouth like he couldn’t stop just to talk. “It’s only ever been you.”
Wren dragged his eyes open to meet Teddy’s sincere gaze. “Ever?”
“Forever,” Teddy corrected, sweeping his hair back over his ears and lingering there at the subtle points while Wren’s heart raced and sang.
“I don’t want to go back. I don’t want this to end,” Wren whispered, fingers tightening on Teddy’s shirt. “I’m scared I’ll wake up and it’ll be gone again.”
“We have a case to solve, and there’s no one better at that than you.”
“And what about us?” Wren asked, vulnerable heart on his sleeve.
“We’re going to figure it out. Together.”
“Okay,” Wren said. “I trust you.”
Teddy’s phone rang and he quickly righted their clothes before he grabbed it and answered a call from Trace.
“Anything?” Trace asked.
Teddy shook his head as if he could see him. “More fucked-up magic,” Teddy said. “We lost him.”
“Are you two okay?” Wren heard Saint’s voice, and despite him believing Teddy that there was nothing between them, the feral part of him couldn’t completely let go.
“Frustrated, but unharmed,” Teddy said as Wren coiled closer, tucking his face into Teddy’s neck and breathing him in.
“Get back home,” Trace said. “Saint and I have a fuckton to tell you.”
“Be there ASAP.” Teddy cut the call and threw the phone onto the roof of the car before scooping Wren up into his arms.
“I can’t believe you thought Saint and I were together,” he said, voice rumbling under Wren’s ear.
“You called him beautiful,” Wren said, closing his eyes tightly. “You gave him your clothes. You used to do that with me.”
Teddy opened the passenger door and set him down on the seat, standing between his legs and grasping his pointed chin between two fingers. Wren stared up at him in wonder.
“Saint hates being called beautiful, which is why I do it. And he just wears whoever’s clothes he can get his grubby hands on. I don’t think he actually owns any clothes of his own. It’s annoying.”
“Oh…” Wren’s heart was hammering in his throat.
“Nothing I did with you was ever shared with anyone else,” Teddy said. “None of it. You were the first and the only. If I were to risk everything in my life…it would be for you.”
Wren pushed past his grip and kissed Teddy softly, pouring all the love he had into it.
“I feel the same way,” Wren said against his mouth. “I’d burn the world for you.”
“We might have to save it first, though,” Teddy said. Wren sighed, pecking him on the lips one more time before letting go.
“Duty calls,” he said, and they piled into the car, clasping hands in the middle as Teddy drove toward his home, unaware of a pair of headlights turning in the dark and inching after them.
Chapter 15
Teddy
“Can you turn Trace’s radio on?” Teddy asked Wren when they were halfway home.
