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“You can’t leave, because the sixty-one hours we suffered without you were torture. Pure, unrelenting torture. That’s how long it was, Siren. Sixty-one hours. I counted each and every one of them. It was all I could do—all I could control. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I searched and I counted. That’s it. For sixty-one hours, I didn’t stop looking for you.” He pauses, just long enough to glare down at me. He’s staring at me so intensely I’m afraid I’ll catch on fire. “I would have searched for a thousand more. I wouldn’t have stopped until I found you. For them. For me.
“We can’t go through that again. You can’t leave, because we need you. You belong with us. I won’t let anyone come between us now that we have you back, Josephine—not even you.”
“She tastes like ours,” Kylian groans into my cunt. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Fuck, Jojo. My heart beats for you. My body burns for you. I’m gonna fill you up with so much proof you won’t ever doubt me again.”
“You feel so fucking good. Give it to me, Mama. Come on my cock while I fill you up.”
“I see you, baby. Always. You’re safe by my side. Nothing and no one is getting to you ever again.”
“He doesn’t like sand,” Decker offers, motioning to Kylian’s setup with the dismissive sweep of one hand. “The less contact he makes with it, the less whining he subjects us to.” “I do not whine,” Kylian counters in a huff. “What’s there to like about sand, anyway? It gets everywhere. It clings to all the wrong places. You find it for days after leaving the beach, even after multiple showers. Sand is the glitter of the sea.”
“I love you. Do you know that?” he asks, pulling back just enough that I can see his eyes behind his glasses. Heart leaping in my chest, I rear back at the admission he just offered so freely. “I do now.” I gulp past the emotion in my throat, at a complete loss for words. What the hell is the appropriate response to such an out-of-the-blue statement? No one has ever said those words to me. Ever. “Is that okay?” he asks, brushing his nose against mine. “For me to love you?”
“So you like when I say that? I can keep telling you I love you?” Safety. Acceptance. Adoration. Care. Kylian loves me. Kylian loves me. Kylian is so damn good at loving me. I nod again, not trusting my voice not to waver. But apparently, that’s not enough. “Words, Jo. Use your words.” “Yes. I like it. Never stop saying it,” I plead, tempted to say it back to him immediately.
“You kiss me senseless, tell me you love me for the first time, then send me on my way to go find your friend?” His expression softens, a smile playing across his face at my sassy recap. He hovers closer, cupping my face in his hands once again. “That’s a fair assessment. It may have been the first time I said the words out loud to you, but it’s been my reality for weeks, Jo. I love you. I’m in love with you. Things just finally feel… settled enough that I thought I could say it without scaring you off.” Oh.
“Good game, brother,” he commends, raising one hand and high-fiving Locke over my shoulder.
