Page 34 of Moonflower

I collapse next to him, pressing a clumsy kiss to his jaw.

“That was amazing, Cora,” he murmurs. His hand strokes down my spine.

I hum in agreement, nestling into him. We fit perfectly together, and it makes me smile.

“Oh, shit. I should probably text Ez,” Wilder says after a minute. He grabs his phone from the nightstand before rolling over to face me again. One of his hands rests on my side as he types away.

“Text him?”

He tosses his phone onto the mattress before pulling me into him. “He’s been hanging out at the coffee shop he’s bringing us breakfast from. We both wanted to make sure we got some alone time with you. You get him to yourself tomorrow morning.”

The only way I can describe the emotions filling my chest is like watching a flower open in the sunlight. It’s warm and full, and I know—I know—this is meant to be.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Wilder kisses me gently. “Of course.”

We only stay in bed together for a couple minutes. I don’t dare let my mind wander for a single second. I’ve wanted this for so long. And considering they’re leaving tomorrow, I want to be present for every moment.

When Wilder gets up, I move to follow him, but he pushes me back onto the bed. He disappears for a minute, coming back with a wet washcloth.

“Open your legs.”

“I can clean myself, Wild.”

“Open your damn legs.” He shoves them open, kneeling on the bed. Then he cleans me up gently. “I want to take care of you,” he says quietly once he’s finished.

I think he’s trying to make me melt.

“Okay,” I whisper.

The front door opens and closes, and we both perk up. Not only am I super hungry, but I want to see Ezra. So Wilder and I get dressed and then head into the kitchen.

I jump into Ezra’s arms the moment I see him. He’s dressed in classic Ezra Grey attire—dark, ripped jeans, a black hoodie with an illegible black metal band logo on it, and boots.

“Morning, Moonflower.” Ezra plants a light kiss to my head while I tangle my fingers in his curls.

“Morning.” I kiss up his neck and across his cheekbone before capturing his mouth with mine.

He smiles against my lips. “Missed me?”

I wouldn’t trade the alone time I got with Wilder for anything, but of course I missed him. So I pull back and nod, staring into his deep brown eyes. “Always.”

Disbelief flickers across his features, but only for a split second. Then he turns to the counter and grabs a to-go cup. “Pumpkin spice latte.”

“Ooooh! You’re the best.” I grab it from him and take a sip, sighing with contentment.

“Got cinnamon rolls too.”

“Jesus, Ez. You’re gonna spoil her.”

“I see nothing wrong with that,” I say, grinning at both of them.

My kitchen table is too small for all three of us, so we eat in the kitchen. Wilder hoists himself up onto the counter. He leans back, sipping his coffee and watching us.

As I nibble on a cinnamon roll, that warm and giddy feeling comes back. The three of us have eaten countless meals together, but not as a couple. It puts a smile on my face that I can’t get rid of.

Until Ezra pulls me back to reality, that is.