Page 71 of The Originals

“I already have it plotted out,” she snapped.

Regina was a different kind of crazy. The kind most people would run from. Not Grain.

Grain laughed, shaking his head but refusing to loosen his grip.

“Let me go, Grain.”

“Then hear me out, Gee.”

It took a few seconds, but she seemed to give in. Grain had no doubt if he’d let his guard down, she’d bolt, so he kept his arms around her. He leaned close to her ear.

“I’m sorry.”

Regina stilled. It wasn’t the first time he’d ever apologized, but it was rare.

“I fucked up. I didn’t remember, and that shit’s on me.”

Regina remained silent, so he upped the ante.

“But you can bet your ass I’m never gonna forget July nineteenth again.”

He couldn’t see her face, but she relaxed in his arms. He’d have the date tattooed on his body, if needed. Pissing Regina off was part of their relationship, one he’d never fail to do. It was impossible. But hurting her? He’d try his best to not let it happen again.

“And I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“How?” she whispered.

Grain smirked and brushed his lips against her head. “Gonna take you back to that cabin. You tell me when, and I’ll rent it.”

“I want three days there.”

“Then you’ll get three days. Just us.”

She wiggled her arms, and Grain loosened his grip. Instead of taking off, Regina turned and glanced up at him.

“You promise?”

He cupped her jaw and brushed his lips against hers. “Yeah.”

Regina wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek on his chest. This was a side that no one ever saw. Soft and vulnerable.

“Now, can I keep my balls?”

There was a long stretch of silence.

“For now.”

Grain smiled, hugging her closer to his chest. She may have been off the rails, certifiable, with a touch of psychotic.But she’s fucking mine.

Chapter Nineteen

Regina had slept in longer than expected. After arriving back at the apartment, they hadn’t gotten to bed until after five. Absence made the heart grow fonder and did amazing things for the libido.

“You coming home tonight?” Regina asked as she poured her coffee in her to-go mug.

When he didn’t answer, she glanced over toward the door. He had an odd look on his face.

“What?”