“Thank you for coming home with me where you belong, Nico.” I leaned in to kiss his beautiful face before pulling him behind me toward the door of the bunkhouse to get warm.
Felix’s slur cut through the night as he approached us from the direction of the bonfire. “Yo! Wait up, guys. Nicopotamus, where’d you go?”
“Goddammit, tell him that’s not a thing,” Nico muttered, holding my hand.
“Face it, babe,” I said with a laugh. “It’s a sign you’ve become an official Wilde child. Whether you like it or not.”