Pulling him off me by the jaw, I lock our eyes. “I love you beyond all reasoning or rationale, Warren Xavier.”
“I know,” he sighs. Charm you out of your panties smile and heart eyes, only forme. “Which is why… you’re gonna tell them.”
My grin falls off quick. Not quicker than he drops a kiss on my jaw and literally runs away.
“Warren!” I bark, chasing after him. “Get your ass back here!”
Ugh… and I’m supposed to marry that. Good luck, Luthor.
Yea, so deciding to go back to Alabaster Pen is one thing. Figuring out how to get there is another…
But breaking the news to our friends, who have been letting us stay with them since we escaped and have become our interim surrogate family, is somehow the hardest part right now.
We’ve been dreading it. Not that I think they’ll bemad. Who knows, maybe they want to get rid of us… We have sort of been encroaching on their alone time for weeks. To be fair, though, they’re usually alone—for obvious reasons—and have seemed super excited to actually spend time with people other than each other for really only the second time since they got together.
Most of all, I just don’t want them to worry. Attempting to explain Alabaster Isle and the things that happen there to regular people is challenging.
But then, Colson, Cyrus, and Tauren aren’t exactlyregularpeople… So they’re probably the perfect weirdos to understand this half-cocked plan of ours.
Dressed and finally composed, I take Ren’s hand, and together we wander downstairs to find our friends and broach the subject of leaving. We barely make it halfway down the steps before Ren comes to a halt.
“Wanna have sex again?” He blinks up at me. Rather coercively, even for him.
“Ren,” I grumble, shaking my head. “We can’t just have sex instead of dealing with anything serious ever.”
“I know that.” He rolls his eyes. But he’s still blocking me with his body. “How about some head?”
I scoff. But then pause. “For you or me?”
He grins wickedly, touching his tongue to his top teeth.
Shaking it off, I shove him gently. “Shut up and move. We have to do this…”
“Ugh, I know, I’m sorry,” he whines. “I get extra slutty when I’m nervous.”
“Yea, I’m familiar with you,” I mutter, rubbing his shoulders while he finally shuffles down the stairs the rest of the way. “It’llbe fine, baby. Jeez, you’re acting like you’re about to meet my parents.”
He shoots me an even more terrified look. I grin and wink at him, nudging him along. We find our friends in the kitchen, being their usual adorable selves.
Tauren is chuckling and mooning over Cyrus, who appears to be decorating pancakes with whipped cream while Colson tosses blueberries at them. Tauren catches one in his mouth and the twins cheer.
“Morning,” the former tech genius, now retired millionaire croons, chewing and beaming.
“Morning,” I chuckle, feeling that familiar warmth in my face from watching how sickeningly in love they are.Seriously, is that what Ren and I look like?? It’s so gross, I love it.“Smells great in here.”
“As usual,” Colson rumbles with a smirk. “Thanks to chef Tauren Ramsey over here.”
“Watch it, perfect, or I’ll make you a sandwich.” Tauren’s brows wiggle, to which Colson pulls an obviously very forced scowl, whipping another blueberry at him.
He catches it,again.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Cyrus chirps to us, finishing his creation and holding it up. The pancake has a face made of whipped cream, strawberries and bananas. “See? It’s Luthor!” He’s wiggling around triumphantly while the other two snicker. “Ren, this one’s yours. I figured you’d wanna eat—”
“We’re leaving!” Ren gasps, literally out of nowhere.
The room goes quiet as my non-pancake face turns slowly to gape at him like he’s insane.
“What?!” Cyrus balks.
