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I look around the kitchen.

It’s fucking destroyed.

Broken ceramic covers the floor. Clothes are scattered everywhere. The counter is a disaster, and the smell of sex hangs thick in the air.

I don’t give a shit.

I grab the shirt I tore off her earlier and immediately realize it’s fucking useless.

Two pieces of fabric hang from my hands.

Sage looks at it.

Then at me.

“Really?”

I toss it aside.

“I’ll buy you another one.”

“You owe me a lot of shirts.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand.”

I find mine on the floor instead and pull it over her head. It swallows her whole, hanging nearly to her thighs.

Something about seeing her wrapped in my clothes hits me harder than it has any fucking right to.

I slide my arms beneath her and lift her from the counter.

She settles against my chest without hesitation.

“Where are we going?” she murmurs against my neck.

“Bed.”

I kiss her hair. “Where I can do this again.”

She laughs softly.

“Slower?”

“Maybe.”

“Ezra.”

“Fine.” I start toward the stairs. “Slower.”

“The others…”

“Can join us.” I kiss her throat. “Or watch.”

Her laugh follows us up the stairs.

I hold her tighter.

Not because the Harvest bound us.