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Dudley’s tears. The thought of me having Skyla must be killing him, but I’m not too sorry. I’ll cry my own river later—drown the whole damn world in the process.
“Logan!” She cries as I lower her into the bath with me.
I lie down, and she molds on top of me, the look of wonder ripe on her face.
“How did you know the water would still be warm?”
“It’s a supernatural event.” I land a kiss over her temple. “Everything has to be just right.” The universe owes me that much.
“You and I are finally together, so that means everything is right.” She lays her head over my shoulder, and I smooth my hands up and down her back as the rose petals swim across the surface.
“You know what I was thinking while I was buried deep inside you?” I run my lips over the top of her head.
“How much you were craving pizza?”
I tickle her ribs. “Nope. That you were worth the wait.”
“Thanks, but I still think we should have been doing this the whole time. I could have snuck you into the butterfly room and turned it into our love shack.” Her chest compresses with a sigh. “You’re right, though. The buildup was incredible.” Her arms tighten around me.
The best things in life are worth waiting for they say, and now, in death, I’ll be living that reality as well. I’ll be waiting in paradise, like a lovesick puppy, until the day Skyla comes home to join me.
I swallow hard because that buildup will be a hell of a lot longer—Skyla’s entire life. By then she would have loved Gage in this exact same manner, and a brick settles in my chest just thinking about it.
I hold my thoughts up like a steel wall then revert to thinking about every happy time I’ve ever had with Skyla. I let down my defenses, and soon she’s joining in on the walk down memory lane. We share our thoughts until they merge as one. We relive every one of Ellis’s damn parties, all those hours we logged together at the bowling alley, those stolen moments we spent as boyfriend and girlfriend those first few months. Those were the golden days, and they were all too fleeting.
“You know”—she hikes up on her elbows and lands those star-filled eyes over mine—“I just had this strange feeling.” She shakes her head. “I swear to you, Logan, something in me knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that we’ll be making new memories, beyond these walls, beyond these three days, somewhere out there—at home, on Paragon .”
My heart swells just hearing those words before plummeting just as fast. Skyla doesn’t have the gift of knowing. But it’s a nice sentiment—false hope always is.
“I’m getting stronger,” she whispers with a hint of defiance. “Things are changing, Logan. I know things. You need to believe me. We happened. This isn’t over.”
“This isn’t over by a long shot.” I steady my eyes over hers like a dare. There’s not one part of me that believes this will ever be over no matter how many dimensions we need to crawl through to find one another.
I pull her out of the tub with me and dry her off, inch by inch, before running the towel over my body. I scoop her right back into my arms and carry her to the bed with me. I wonder if this is what it would be like living out a full marriage with Skyla—the two of us bathing, me carrying her to bed with my body eager to please.
Skyla gives a soft groan as she sinks into the mattress. “This has to be the most comfortable bed in history.”
“It probably is.” Knowing Dudley, a thousand perfect mattresses were pieced together just to make this one. As much as I can’t stand him, I won’t deny the fact he cares for Skyla.
I curl up beside her and warm her body with mine.
Skyla glides her back into my chest until we’re spooning, and I can feel her body relax as if she’s waited for exactly this before surrendering to sleep. But sleep is nowhere near the agenda.
I kiss her cheek. “You up for round three?”
She spins into me with a laugh in
“Logan!” She cries as I lower her into the bath with me.
I lie down, and she molds on top of me, the look of wonder ripe on her face.
“How did you know the water would still be warm?”
“It’s a supernatural event.” I land a kiss over her temple. “Everything has to be just right.” The universe owes me that much.
“You and I are finally together, so that means everything is right.” She lays her head over my shoulder, and I smooth my hands up and down her back as the rose petals swim across the surface.
“You know what I was thinking while I was buried deep inside you?” I run my lips over the top of her head.
“How much you were craving pizza?”
I tickle her ribs. “Nope. That you were worth the wait.”
“Thanks, but I still think we should have been doing this the whole time. I could have snuck you into the butterfly room and turned it into our love shack.” Her chest compresses with a sigh. “You’re right, though. The buildup was incredible.” Her arms tighten around me.
The best things in life are worth waiting for they say, and now, in death, I’ll be living that reality as well. I’ll be waiting in paradise, like a lovesick puppy, until the day Skyla comes home to join me.
I swallow hard because that buildup will be a hell of a lot longer—Skyla’s entire life. By then she would have loved Gage in this exact same manner, and a brick settles in my chest just thinking about it.
I hold my thoughts up like a steel wall then revert to thinking about every happy time I’ve ever had with Skyla. I let down my defenses, and soon she’s joining in on the walk down memory lane. We share our thoughts until they merge as one. We relive every one of Ellis’s damn parties, all those hours we logged together at the bowling alley, those stolen moments we spent as boyfriend and girlfriend those first few months. Those were the golden days, and they were all too fleeting.
“You know”—she hikes up on her elbows and lands those star-filled eyes over mine—“I just had this strange feeling.” She shakes her head. “I swear to you, Logan, something in me knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that we’ll be making new memories, beyond these walls, beyond these three days, somewhere out there—at home, on Paragon .”
My heart swells just hearing those words before plummeting just as fast. Skyla doesn’t have the gift of knowing. But it’s a nice sentiment—false hope always is.
“I’m getting stronger,” she whispers with a hint of defiance. “Things are changing, Logan. I know things. You need to believe me. We happened. This isn’t over.”
“This isn’t over by a long shot.” I steady my eyes over hers like a dare. There’s not one part of me that believes this will ever be over no matter how many dimensions we need to crawl through to find one another.
I pull her out of the tub with me and dry her off, inch by inch, before running the towel over my body. I scoop her right back into my arms and carry her to the bed with me. I wonder if this is what it would be like living out a full marriage with Skyla—the two of us bathing, me carrying her to bed with my body eager to please.
Skyla gives a soft groan as she sinks into the mattress. “This has to be the most comfortable bed in history.”
“It probably is.” Knowing Dudley, a thousand perfect mattresses were pieced together just to make this one. As much as I can’t stand him, I won’t deny the fact he cares for Skyla.
I curl up beside her and warm her body with mine.
Skyla glides her back into my chest until we’re spooning, and I can feel her body relax as if she’s waited for exactly this before surrendering to sleep. But sleep is nowhere near the agenda.
I kiss her cheek. “You up for round three?”
She spins into me with a laugh in
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