Page 124 of An Elixir for Wanderlust

There was something awkwardly endearing about watching him get out of the bath after that with his legs shaking.

“Should we upgrade your cane to a walker?”

“Shut up. You made me cum so hard I’ve got jelly legs.”

I helped him dry off. Really, it was just an excuse to keep touching him. By the time we’d navigated around all the boxes we had yet to unpack and collapsed into bed, the house had settled into its night sounds—creaks and bumps and peculiar hissing in the eaves.

But no ticking clocks.

Lunaris appeared as we were drifting off to sleep to tell me proudly, “I have dispatched no less than two dozen spiders.”

“Thank you. It wouldn’t be home without your dedication.”

“Or without me.”

“That’s what I meant.”

“And him,” she added, looking at Kessian tucked against my side. “Some days I worried you would run forever.”

I looked at the man in my arms, counted the stars on his cheeks, and felt no need to make any wishes at all.

“I think I’m here to stay.”