No shade to autism, but a true-blue psychopathy diagnosis would have beenwaycooler.
Ah well.
Holmes nods. “Makes sense.”
“What are you talking about?” Maverick asks.
“Nothing,” Holmes says, handing his joint off to Honoré. “Wait, weren’t we talking about the fact that Oakley and Silas are clearly fucking? I mean…Oakley hasn’t been home in weeks.”
“I’m keeping him in my sex dungeon,” I say, then snort.Weed makes me funny.
“One sex swing does not a sex dungeon make,” Oakley says, letting smoke curl out from his lips.
“But it’s really dark in my place. And you’re very bossy.”
“True.”
Rami snort-laughs. “Called it.”
“Fine. I owe you five dollars,” Maya says.
“Five dollars for what?” I ask.
“I said that you and Oakley were probably pretty kinky, and Maya said she couldn’t picture it.”
“I don’t allow pictures. It’s one of my few boundaries.”
That cracks everybody up. I don’t know why. It’s just the truth.
Later, after we’ve eaten all the cookies and they’ve wheedled Rami and me into making our butterflied chicken on the grill, we lie out on the new outdoor couches, drinking Modelos and watching the sun set. They start talking, and I sit back and listen.
Things are changing for the Wildlings. Rami and Truett are moving into one of Tia Scout’s newer buildings that’s midway between the Cave and Truett’s shop. Boone and Mav are also considering next steps. Boone’s been getting closer to Hopper, Liam, and his little sister Bailey and is considering moving into their building so he doesn’t miss out on anything.
As much as we love this private rooftop access and the gorgeous penthouse, it may be time for all of us to move on.
Hm.
Oakley sits next to me, a new Modelo in hand. “Hedy says we can buy a parcel of the land around the Cave and build our own place if we want.”
I startle at his words. “You’d want to build something forusto live in?”
“Mm-hmm. She said we can position something over an auxiliary cave so you always have easy access to a dark space.”
“But…you would want to live with me?”
“I practically already do.”
I take a sip of beer and lie against him, thinking through what that would be like.
“I wonder if there are any auxiliary caves that connect to the dungeon.”
Oakley chuckles and pulls out his phone, bringing up a picture. Not a picture. A blueprint.
“As a matter of fact, there are,” he says, setting his phone on my belly.
I review the blueprint, noting where we’d have to put in a small passageway.
Oakley reaches over and swipes to the side, bringing up a photograph of the small cave that would be my dark space.
