“I’m not scared, you airhead. If I die, Nevaeh will kill me. I promised her I wouldn’t let you rope me into somethinglife- threatening—which in hindsight, would have helped if I remembered it twenty minutes ago.” I drone on, slowly dragging them away from the cliff.
My sweetheart.The thought of her spreads a wildfire inside me that won’t settle until I feel her soothing touch. The brown-eyed beauty has me wrapped all over her. Nevaeh is why I’mlivinginstead of simply going through the motions of life.The love of my life.
My sweetheart, the rarest of sites, the most mesmerizing view. She’s like a comet that comes around once in a lifetime, and I’ll be damned if I don’t sit back and watch her shine.
“What I’m hearing is you’re pussy whipped, and I’m going to be taking your throne when you die.” Seiji stumbles a little, trying to explain himself.
“What throne? We never agreed to that.”Right?
I’m so confused. What are we even talking about?
“Harvey, tell him we need to jump, and it’s fun. Anxo, stop being a grandpa!” Seiji whines, leaning his head on Harvey’s shoulder and whispering about how strong his muscles are.What’s going on again?
“Sorry buddy, I think Dad is right. Grace would be upset if I got hurt,” Harvey supports me.
Finally, someone with a working brain!
“Whipped bitches. Announce your defeat, King Anxo!” Seiji cries, picking a soda can from the ground and pretending it’s a sword. “Attack!”
I’m suddenly attacked with breadsticks and soda bottles that I barely dodge. I do my best not to get hit, but it isn’t easy when the ground keeps moving. Harvey, on the other hand, can’t stop laughing as he rolls around in the dirt.
After an hour of running around and eating the rest of the snacks, we leave the cliff and make our way back to theHorsemen castle. I make sure we are completely sober and presentable before showing our faces inside.
I can’t wait to end this day, and every day after this beside my mate.
CHAPTER 28
You sure you love me?
Nevaeh
Pulling Angel’s hoodie over my head and his boxers underneath, I leave the closet and fall face-first into our bed. Releasing a long sigh, I groan in the mattress when my mood keeps getting worse the longer I’m away from Angel.
It’s the first time ever since we met that Angel and I aren’t in touching range, and according to my discovery, this is my least favorite in the world.
Lost in my head, I don’t hear the door open until the person I’ve been craving the whole day walks in. I spring up smiling like a fool when I finally get a glimpse of him and don’t hide how giddy I am. The feeling is equally reciprocated because Angel hurries across the room before jumping on the bed and on top of me.
Look who missed me just as much.
“Hello to you too,” I giggle and hold him close, his face buried in my neck. Before I can comprehend, Angel picks me up and makes me straddle his lap until his face is right in front of me, lips mirroring my gooey smile.
“Your hair looks amazing.”
I didn’t expect him to notice because of how little I let Grace trim. “Really?”
“Hmn, I’m glad you didn’t cut too much. I love your hair.” Our lips brush against each other, but every time I try to get more than a simple brush, he leans back, teasing me even whenhe knows how much I’ve been craving him all day. “I missed you like crazy today.”
I whine when his teasing doesn’t stop, “Then let me kiss you!” Holding his face I smash our lips together. Finally, the familiar spark of his touch washes over me. I feel him smile into our kiss before he bites my lower lip, eliciting a soft moan.
Our kiss gets rougher, showing how deprived we are of the other. With his hand behind my head, Angel pushes his tongue inside my mouth to taste my desperation, but before things can get too heated, he pulls back, leaving me a mess and wanting more.
“I love you,” He murmurs against my lips.
Angel drops his forehead to mine, his hands gripping my hips as if he’s afraid I’ll pull away after his confession. I’ve been hiding the same confession formonthsbecause no matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t believe someone likehimcould love someone likeme.
Someone who wasn’t even built properly to be considered broken.
For a long time, people around me made me feel worthless and drilled into my head that I wasn’t worthy of love, especially from someone like my Angel. My pity train derails when he starts rambling.
