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“I’m filling in for Jack while he’s off work,” Briggs drawled, grinning as he raised a brow. “And everyone is already awake.”

“What?”

My wolf leaned against the doorframe. “I’ll be escorting you to the club tonight to watch over you while you sit in your booth looking bored.”

“Why?” I mumbled, struggling to focus while he was propped up, more skin and muscle on display than a Greek god.

Definitely more impressive.

“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest before he snapped his fingers. “My eyes are up here.”

I nodded. “I know where your eyes are. They’re like… my third favorite thing on your body. Maybe fourth. But they aren’t as entertaining as your dick, so put that away and I’ll pay more attention.”

He snorted at me. “Do I want to know the order of importance?”

“Mind, dick, tongue, eyes,” I riddled off, ticking my fingers down, before a thought hit me. “Oh. Are you going to wear a suit?”

“If you want me—”

“Or you could do it naked,” I interrupted, smirking as I pointed at him. “I’d like that even more. You could go just like this.”

“I can’t go naked, Barbie,” he remarked, chuckling as he prowled toward me.

I scoffed. “Yes, you can.”

“Pretty sure it’s illegal—”

“Pretty sure I own the club,” I argued, reaching for his arm.

I pulled him back into bed, rolling us until I was straddling his waist.

“That’s not how the law works, and you know it,” he grumbled, resting his hands on my hips.

“Fine.” I sighed. “Wear clothes there, then strip down while we’re upstairs.”

He shook his head, though he grinned. “I’m not taking my clothes off.”

“Not even for me?” I purred.

“Depends,” he retorted, shrugging. “Are you also naked upstairs? Because I heard there’s a pool table we could put to good use… One the fae missed his opportunity with.”

Druid Dreams - Chapter 28

Alternative POV

Tuesday, May 19th

Early Morning

Dancing in the greenhouse with Sloane had made me feel on top of the world. I’d missed her and the simple things we used to enjoy together.

In my favorite place, with my favorite person, I felt like myself again.

If only for a few hours.

I knew I needed to sleep, but I also knew sleep wouldn’t come easy. Still, I dragged myself away after kissing her forehead. When she apologized, and meant it, I knew I could mend what I’d broken between us.

As I entered my suite, I hummed to myself. That Frank Sinatra song was stuck in my head. Somethin’ Stupid was right. The entire time I’d held her in my arms, I’d wanted to tell her how I’d never stopped loving her. It wasn’t the right time, though. She wasn’t ready to hear it, and I had already pushed her too far tonight.