I shake my head. Kate must’ve misunderstood him.
Dee looks confused. What do you mean? She’s in your room.Before I can point out that Kate is not, in fact, in our room, one of the bedroom doors opens. Erin steps out, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, her hair wet. Good morning, everyone!
Hey, naughty girl, Dee greets her.Erin steps into the kitchen. Mmm . . . coffee.And prepare to have your mind blown—because in the bedroom doorway Erin just exited appears none other than . . . Jack O’Shay.
Shirtless. Wearing only boxers.He stretches his arms wide above his head with a yawn, then scratches his chest and adjusts his balls. What a great f**king night, huh? I’m actually sad you’re only getting married once, Evans. I could definitely do that again.
Please look closely at my face. Did my eyeballs fall out of my head? ’Cause it feels like they have.
I look at Matthew. He just nods and flicks his hand, silently telling me, What are you gonna do?No, only a monster would do that. My voice was barely audible.
Q sneered. Now you know the truth. He bent and licked the blood off my stomach. His tongue lapped; my core clenched, reacting to the tenderness after inflicting pain. His saliva staunched the bleeding and he straightened, licking his lips.Everything tightened, my mouth parted, desperate to taste his blood. Tasting him was fair. He cut me—a debt must be paid.
Q narrowed his eyes, our souls screamed at each other, unhindered by human words.Who thought that? Me or him? Whose eyes spoke the truth before we acknowledged it in our minds?