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We hug, for the love we shared that wasn’t strong enough to keep us together and for all the bittersweet happiness we feel inside from having walked away from each other.
“I’m so proud of you,” I whisper to him before backing away and heading straight to my very own Tesla. I don’t ride my motorcycle pregnant. That’s the truce Damon and I came up with, and one I can live with.
Damon and I spend the rest of the day fixing up the baby’s nursery. The process takes longer with Blu’s help, but it makes it that much more special.
I’m deep into a new fantasy novel later that evening, wearing Damon’s gray T-shirt, when the love of my life stands next to me in black sweatpants and with his chest as bare as my legs.
My eyes land on the left side of his chest, where he has both my and Blu’s initials tattooed over his heart. I did the same and got a small tattoo of their initials on my wrist.
“What’s wrong?” He seizes the book. “Something’s off with you today.”
“I’ve been waiting to put Blu to bed before telling you—”
“Is everything okay?”
I push off the bed toward him and kiss the tip of his nose as he holds me by the waist. “Everything’sfine. I saw Harvey today.”
He freezes, his jaw tensing up, the curves of his abs contracting in response. “He made you cry?” Venom drips on his every word, ready to infect any enemy.
“Of course not.” I look up, holding it in because that’s what I’ve always done all my life. I hold it all in. But Damon pushes me. He doesn’t let me brew. He helps me heal.
“Your eyes were red and puffy when you came back. I’m not an idiot. Give me some credit.”
Is he going to be mad? That I cried for Harv?
His beautiful lips stand close to mine, injecting his comfort and love around us.
“You can cry whenever you want to. I’m just ... curious.”
I sigh, and my fingers splay across his chest. When I take a deep breath, I see fear cross his eyes, like an orange fireball ready to burn him.
As if I would ever burn him.
As if my world doesn’t start and end with Damon.
“He can walk.” A tear trickles from my eye. “I saw him at the grocery store. He was walking with crutches. I ... it struck a nerve, you know?”
He lets go of my waist, his thumb scratching his forehead. And suddenly I hate it when he pulls back. I hate it when he fills the love and the comfort between us with space.
I watch him look away. I can only imagine how this will affect him. He’s blamed himself for what happened to Harvey for so long, even if he wasn’t the one driving. He blamed himself for protecting Palmer.
And I can’t fault Damon for that anymore.
Because if I were in his shoes, I would’ve done the same thing for him and Blu.
“Holy fuck, that’sgood.”
He rubs his eyes and runs a hand through his hair before he looks at me. “Wait. So, why are you crying?” He pushes another tear off my cheek and then plays with my ear.
“Because I’m proud of him. And I feel at peace. I’m happy for him, and that makes me feelfree. I have to ask, did you have anything to do with his sketches selling out?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Oh, Damon.
He grabs my neck, and I pull him in for a soul-crushing kiss, knowing that means he’s helped Harvey indirectly again. Either by buying his art or asking other acquaintances to do so.
“I love you, Damon.” I lift my shirt up and toss it aside. He groans, smacking my ass, the sound echoing across the room.
