Page 195 of Reverie

Second trimester energy surge, for the win.

“I was thinking about two things,” I begin. “One, we need to gut this entire room. It reeks of cheap sex with rachet women.” I give him a significant look, and he has the good sense to look chagrined.

“You got it, baby,” he says, wisely choosing not to pick apart my statement.

“And two, I was thinking that I don’t know what to make of Marcus Law,” I say. No one has heard from or seen Marcus since leaving the island. Hunter told me not to expect to see him around anytime soon, if ever, but he’s stuck in my mind. I’m trying very hard not to make it an obsession and to avoid perseverating, but….

“Some people are complicated. Law is a complicated man,” he says.

I raise my eyebrow. “So you’re Team Marcus? Despite all the shit he’s done?”

Hunter gives the approximation of a shrug. “And I killed his sister,” he says, his voice lacking all humor.

I slide down to get closer to him.

“You were trying to save her from a worse fate,” I tell him. He gives me a long slow blink.

“What makes you think that?” he says.

I smile. “Because I know my husband,” I say.

He blinks again, but this time, he smiles for a brief moment before it fades. “It was horrible what I did, but the alternative was even worse for her,” he says.

“It was mercy,” I reply.

He hums in response and we both go silent again, our palms touching as we trace each other’s fingers.

“We got lucky again, my love,” I whisper, burrowing into his side. “I’m so grateful we’re here.”

He breathes in, slow and deep. “You have no fucking idea how happy I am about that too, Sunbeam.”

When I look up at him, there’s such a serious look on his face that I can’t do anything but kiss him. The touch of our lips together is sweet, soft.

Unhurried, which feels especially poignant at this moment in time.

But like it usually is with us, what starts out sweet turns spicy, and I find myself with my hand down his soft, casual pants, and he has one of my tits in his hot palm.

A rapid knock on the door causes us to pull apart, breathing hard.

“Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away?” Hunter mumbles, but I snort in response when Misha’s voice booms through the door.

“You can fuck later. Get your asses out here. This is important.”

With an eye roll from me and a serious face of concentration from Hunter, we exit the back room and meet the rest of the passengers near the forward galley.

“What’s up?” I ask the crowd, and Misha, Luna, Leo, Ella, Jared, Rio, Veronica, and Summer all turn to look at me with varying expressions of excitement.

Or, at least, I hope it’s excitement.

Rio is the one who acknowledges my question, and he says, “Watch. It’ll be on any minute now.”

Habit forces me to prepare myself for the worst, so when the newscaster begins to speak, I find myself holding my breath.

“Addison, without a doubt, it’s the biggest scandal of this decade, I’m sure of it.” The male newscaster speaks with a grave look on his face.

The screen shifts, and a wan-looking Addison appears on the screen side-by-side with a familiar correspondent. “It truly is a travesty, Justin. For those of you tuning in, please be aware that the topic of tonight’s segment is shocking and may be disturbing to many viewers.”

She pauses for a beat.