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“Yeah.” He nods, making his dark curls fall over his forehead.

My teeth dig into my lower lip as my eyelashes flutter.

Riser is hot.

I’m not a huge fan of cyber sigilism tattoos, but his fit the curves and lines of his body perfectly.

His dark brown eyes sparkle in the low light, and I have the nearly uncontrollable urge to climb him.

“You should take your pants off, so we can cuddle on the bed. If you still want to?” I ask, shivering as a bead of sweat slides down my spine. “It’s really comfy. I mean, I haven’t slept on it yet, but I noticed how soft it was after my shower earlier.”

“I absolutely want to cuddle with you,” he says, his hands falling to his belt.

It’s so weird.

I always stress about the moment someone notices my scars. Hell, I had sex with Theo with the lights off for weeks until he put his foot down and asked what the deal was.

This conversation went much more smoothly than the night he found out.

Sometimes I think it’s possible to be in the right place at the right time with the right person, and something just clicks.

Yeah, we both have damage, but because I went through severe depression, I can better understand him and vice versa.

I had so many questions about Riser before, but I get it now. He’s empathetic and always trying to look out for everyone around him because he understands what it’s like to truly suffer.

Riser kicks out of his shoes and jeans, bending down to peel himself out of his socks. It leaves him close to my stomach, and I frown as he nuzzles his face to my hip.

My hand falls to cradle his head, and his soft curls feel incredible against my skin.

His teeth dig into my side, and I squeal, bouncing on my toes.

“Riser!”

“Sorry, beautiful.” He chuckles. “The intrusive thoughts won.”

Okay, that felt wicked good.

I’d like to get back to the feeling amazing part of tonight.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Malcolm

The room is dark when I let myself in, and it takes a while for my eyes to adjust. I meant to come right in, but I’m chatty when I’m not fucked up. When I am, I’ve never met a stranger.

I can’t even remember half of what me and that guy talked about, but I did find lotion, so that’s a plus.

My arms are full of bottled water, the lotion, my pillow that I can’t sleep without—yeah, I made everyone wait while I ran back to grab it when we left the bus—and I’ve got a pack of cigarettes that I probably won’t get the chance to smoke.

Oh, yeah.

That’s what I got lost talking to that guy about, but I got at least four or five cigarettes out of the conversation.

Well, damn.

My head tilts.

Riser and Lumen hang off the side of the bed. At least their legs do. He’s got a knee between hers, and he’s on top of her.