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I don’t want him to leave, I?—

A moment later he comes back with a wet rag, one from the bathroom across the hall.

He looks at with warm, dark eyes as he gently wipes hiscumfrom my nether regions, and that fact settles on me hard. Because I know now, there is no going back from this for Freddie and me.

I’ve felt his tongue, his cock.

The way he cleans me wordlessly, gently, makes my stupid heart flutter.

When he’s done, he moves to leave, and I grab him by the wrist.

“No,” I sigh. The words falling out of my mouth with far too much ease. “Daddy, please don’t go.”

Freddie looks at me, those furrowed eyebrows and dilated pupils gone soft. His expression is warm. Content.

I tug his hand and he gets in beside me wordlessly, naked. He pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my hair.

I feel his lips place a soft kiss against my temple and my entire body loosens like Jell-O.

“All better?” he asks, his voice back to that stern, firm one I know so well now.

I yawn as exhaustion hits me, his spicy scent overpowering me and his warmth blanketing me.

“Mhmm,” I murmur, threading my fingers with his.

And as I fall into slumber, wrapped in Flash’s tight embrace, all I can think about is how perfect it feels to be hisprincess.

18

TOMMY

Freddie must besick or out, because I haven’t heard a peep from him at all this morning. Which is kind of unusual, if I’m being honest. But regardless of whether or not my brother’s here to make breakfast—like he is most days—I can’t help but feel like today the sun is shining even though it’s rainy as shit.

Because last night, after my talk with Zack, I texted Nora. And while she hasn’t texted me back yet, I thought maybe instead of going out for coffee, I could bring her a coffee. Something tells me that whether she meant for me to see those texts or not, she could use a friendly visit. And some sugar.

She just broke up with her boyfriend…aka my brother.

She’s also going through some kind of post-breakup thing, if her night out with Freddie and Russ and her texts last night are any indication. I keep thinking about our ride in my truck. How good it felt to justtalk to her.But also, I keep thinking about the softness in her gaze, the understanding when she was listening and talking tome.

I mean, we’re friends, right? Friends totally bring each other coffee and stuff while they’re at work. And yes, maybe therecouldbe more, but I’m not going to count my chocobos before they hatch.

Still…I feel strangelygood.So I make my own breakfast—some pancakes and sausage—and am just finishing up when Rush comes down the hall.

“You see Fred this morning?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

I shake my head. “Nope. Must be out, I guess.”

Rush looks at me, then at the pan with my frying batter.

“Want some?” I offer. “I know they’re not Freddie-grade, but?—”

“Since when do you make breakfast?” he asks skeptically.

Since I’ve decided I’m going to embrace these feelings for Nora instead of fighting them.

I narrow my eyes at my brother. “I’m pretty sure a five-year-old can make pancakes, but if you don’t want them…”

“No!” Rush holds his hands up as I flip the pancakes onto a plate and slowly push the plate to him across the counter. “No, I’ll take them. I’m fucking starving.”