“For months, all I’ve tasted is you on my tongue.”

My eyes popped open, and Snitch was locked on me. As if in slow motion, she tugged on the sucker stem until I released it from my lips, then popped it into her mouth.

“Lemon?” She sounded surprised.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to give it back or keep it. My heart pounded like an ocean in my ears. If I wasn’t hard before, I was rock-hard now. My grip steel on her locket.

My eyes were stuck on her pouty lips. “For months, all I’ve wanted is you on my tongue, Story.”

Slowly, I lifted my eyes to hers.

Throbbing. Pulsing. She slowly withdrew it from her mouth and pushed it between my lips. A burst of lemon hit my tongue, followed by a noise that didn’t sound quite human leaving my mouth.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I missed the taste of her.

“I miss the taste of you,” she whispered.

Then, as if she realized she’d said too much, she blinked and tried to roll away. I kept my grip on the locket firm, biting into her skin.

“Let me go.”

“You miss the taste of me?” I pulled harder at the chain. “What else do you miss, little nun?” I searched her eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Grayson…” She said my name in a raspy, husky sigh that I wanted to breathe. Swallow. Consume. “I’ve been thinking a lot. About who I want to be. What kind of mother…Even if by some miracle you did leave Lottie, that doesn’t mean we’ll be together.”

“What if I could win you back?”

“This is a bad idea. I don’t want to talk about this—” She tried to roll away again, but I grabbed her bicep, pulling her close.

Giving in to the insanity growing inside me.

What if I did it? What if I took down all the obstacles in our way? My grandfather, my mother, the du Lacs, my wife. What if I created a safe place for Story? What if I built us a happily ever after?

“I don’t like this distance between us, Story,” I said. “I don’t…I’ve never cared about what anyone thought of me, but I want you to look at me like you did before.”

“Don’t do this to me.” Her eyes watered and, instinctively, I reached to wipe a tear away.

She gripped my hand, stopping me.

“I can’t get you off my mind. When you’re here, you’re the only thing that exists. I’m bleeding everywhere. And you were the person I used to bleed with. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Snitch I…I’m b

leeding alone too.”

Her grip lessened as tears fell down her cheeks. I swiped them away until her skin shone.

“What would Grayson Crowne have to do to win back Story Hale?” My voice grated like sandpaper.

“Whatever you do, it won’t be enough. There’s too much.”

“I can do anything.”

“Let the servants look you in the eye,” she challenged.

“Done.”

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