After spending the afternoon with Khatri, Angel, and I leavethe conference room to pitch the playdate idea to August.
Speaking of kids…
“Oh, and before I forget. We’re not having a whole village of children.”
“What—Why?” Angel stops dead in his tracks.
If anyone saw him right now, they’d think I just told him his puppy died. Angel lookscrushed. Completely heartbroken.
“What do you mean by ‘why?’. I’m not pushing out that many kids, Angel!”
I thought that would be reason enough, but I guess not. He keeps looking at me like I’m breaking every dream he’s ever had. If it was anything other than pushing multiple watermelons out of me, I would’ve happily caved in.
“Okay, let’s compromise. I don’t need eight kids. I can settle for six. How about only six kids?”
“What do you meanonly?!”
I can’t help but laugh. He’s saying six like it’s a massive compromise.
Angel tries to smooth me over with sweet kisses and promises of doing all the diaper duty, but I bolt. We’re both laughing like lunatics, our voices echoing through the castle walls.
“You’re crazy!”
“Crazy in love withyou!”
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“Angel, wake up!” I’ve been shaking this sleepyhead for ten minutes, and he’s dead to the world.
The looming trip to The Forgotten Realm woke me earlier than usual, anxiety gnawing at my insides. Since I couldn’t sleep, I slipped out of bed, careful not to rouse Angel, and took an hour-long scalding shower to calm my nerves. By the time I was done, he was still deep in dreamland, hugging my pillow to his chest.
Now I’ve changed into black cargo pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt, and my mate is still refusing to get up.
“Ugh, wake up, you stubborn man. I need you to braid my hair.” I gently shake Angel again, trying to coax him out of bed, but he yanks me down and rolls me underneath him.
“And here I thought I tired you out last night.” Angel pulls me close under the pretense of cuddling, but I know he just wants more room to grope me properly.
My cheeks flush at the mention of our late-night escapades. I trace the markings on his shoulders and shiver, remembering how I passed out last night after coming for the fourth time.
Since confessing our love, Angel and I have spent every night and every stolen moment during the day memorizing every dip and curve of each other’s bodies, chasing the mind-numbing pleasure.
“We still have a couple of hours before we have to leave, sweetheart,” Angel rasps in that deep morning voice that sends tingles straight to my core.
“Yes, but I need a different kind of braid today. The one where the braids start at the top of your head and fall to thesides?” I try to explain the style I saw in a magazine, but the sleepyhead just blinks at me strangely.
“You mean French braids?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what it’s called.”I have no idea, actually.“Will you please make them for me?” I scratch his scalp, buttering him up.
I think he’s finally giving in, but then he drops his head in the crook of my neck and snakes his hand under my top to cup my boob.
“Give me thirty minutes of cuddles, and you have a deal.” Angel doesn’t wait for an answer; he’s already fallen back asleep.
I run my fingers through his hair and down his back as I stare at the ceiling. I think it’s finally sinking in. We’re going to The Forgotten Realm to capture Micah.
Once he’s out of the picture, I’ll be one step closer to my revenge.
