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I pulled back, his lips a breath away from mine. “It wasn’t fake for me either.”
“Really?” Cor said. The hushed wonder in his tone just about broke me.
“I fucking love you, Cormac Brannon.” I wrapped my hands around his nape. “I think I’ve been falling since I met you, even if I didn’t realize it.”
“But you were with Aria,” he said, those blue eyes shining.
Fuck, my feelings were so intense they bordered on painful. Like I’d torn my heart out of my chest and handed it to him. “Apparently, that was one of the reasons we broke up. She realized I was obsessed with you before I did.”
“No shit.” Cor’s lips curled the slightest bit as if the same giddiness rushing through me also threatened to drag him in. “I thought it was just a hopeless crush on the straight guy.”
I ran my thumb across his lower lip. “Not sure how straight this is, gorgeous.”
“Not very.” His voice was husky, his pupils blown out, and a need to bury myself inside him gripped me. Except my legs were still jelly, and the lingering ache in my head was not going to love that route.
“Stupid seizure. I want to fuck you so badly.”
He slid his palms underneath my shirt, his bare hands on my skin, and I shivered. My cock tried to wake up, but I was tapped as fuck after that episode.
“How long do you usually need to recover from a seizure?” he asked. Cor was nothing but surprises. Rather than complain or treat me like I needed to be wrapped in plastic, he just asked me my limits.
“Depends on the severity and what aftereffects I’m dealing with. A nap should take care of it.”
Cor shrugged. “Okay, so we put on a crappy movie and pass out on the couch for a little while. It’s been an intense day, but I’m with you. That’s all I need.”
I swallowed hard, my eyes burning again. Fucking hell. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” he said quietly. Then his eyes got a wicked glint to them. “But after the nap, if you’re up for fucking me senseless, I’ve got an idea.”
My heart soared.
“As long as you’re with me, I’m up for anything.”
Chapter nineteen
Cormac
This day had been through so many twists and turns it felt like a week.
Dad telling me he was going to retire.
Felix having a fucking seizure.
And then Felix confessing that he loved me back.
As we watchedRaiders of the Lost Ark, I’d fallen asleep, but I’d woken up far earlier than Felix. He was out, his back to my chest, and I kept my arms wrapped around him, resting my chin on his head. I didn’t want to move while he was asleep, even though my stomach rumbled something fierce. I’d switched toThe MummysinceRaidershad ended, and the windows displayed the inkiness of the surrounding night.
Even though I was exhausted, my mind was wired after the nap and Felix’s confession. I stared at the man in my arms,barely believing this was my reality. That he truly felt the same way I did about him.
Watching his seizure had been terrifying, but between the research I’d done and having seen plenty of gruesome job-site injuries, I’d managed to keep my cool. I was well aware of the way he reacted to his family mother-henning him. He didn’t need that from me.
What I could give him tonight was control.
Felix stirred, his long lashes fluttering. He let out a groan, shifting back and forth against me. When he glanced up, his lips tilted into a sexy smirk. “Hey there.”
“Looks like you finally woke up, Sleeping Beauty,” I teased.
“How long was I out for?” He sat upright with a lot more ease than before.