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Somehow we climax at the same time, which only prolongs the ride, squeezing every last drop of bliss from us.

“Are you okay?” Corm rasps into the crook of my neck, trying to shift his weight a bit.

Sprawled on the seat horizontally, somehow he fits on top of me, and I didn’t even realize he was cutting off my oxygen supply.

But that his first thought goes to my wellbeing again makes my eyes water. “I’m better than okay.” My voice trembles, and Corm looks at me, his eyes filled with adoration.

“I—”

I don’t get to say the words.

“Shit.” He looks up. “Why are we not moving?”

We both scramble to sit, only to realize we’re home. Home? When did that happen? It’s been Corm’s house until… until it wasn’t.

Corm picks up his jacket and wraps it around me. “Put this on.”

I slide my arms into his sleeves while he zips up. Opening the door, he helps me out.

My legs shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm, I lean into him, but he pulls away, studying me with a heated gaze.

“Fuck, I might need you to dress like this all the time. So sexy.” His eyes roam over my body, lost in his jacket, down my naked legs to my heels. “You feel so mine right now.”

The driver leaves to park in the garage, but we don’t move and just stare at each other, heat and adoration swirling between us.

The air is thick with a storm about to break. My own heartbeat feels louder in my head than it should be.

I step closer, and open my mouth to finally tell him.

“Saar.” A familiar voice cuts through the air.

I whip toward the gate where it came from and my stomach sinks, confirming my fear.

Vito.

Corm moves, but before he can step in front of me, my body tenses before my brain catches up.

The sound.

I’ve only ever heard it in movies. Sharp and final, it shatters the air.

“No,” Corm screams.

For a beat I don’t feel anything, my mind stuck in that moment of disbelief, not processing what is happening.

White-hot, searing pain explodes in my head. I think. I feel it kind of everywhere. My body seizes, and the ground tilts. Before I hit it, Corm’s arms are there.

The scent of him envelopes me.Home.

“Saar, baby,” he yells. Or whispers, I’m not sure.

My vision swims, darkening at the edges. I open my mouth and try to focus on the task. I need to tell him.

Why am I drowning? There is no water around me, but I feel like I’m submerged. The pain is fading, but the numbness that follows is even more terrifying.

Focus, Saar. He’s so beautiful. His lips keep moving, but I can’t make out the words. His face blurs, frantic and scared.

Don’t be scared, love. I love you. I open my mouth, but I can’t speak.