We only have two days left of the tour break, and the thought’s creeping in more often. Along with others—whether I want them to or not.

But this one remains insistent.

Foster snorts. “No.”

He’s on his side next to me in his bed. His fingers link with mine, and he drags my hand up to press a soft kiss to my wrist. “Do you want people to know?”

I hesitate to answer him. None of it has to do with us or how I feel about him, but rather everything to do with all the heaviness attached to when we first met.

Telling Foster about my mom and what happened to Roman is too fresh. I’m nowhere near ready to share with everyone else, and the thought of talking around it to others sounds miserable right now.

The pause makes his eyes flick to mine. He studies me before kissing my wrist again.

“I honestly couldn’t give a fuck when anyone thinks we met. The only thing I care about is you’re mine. So long as you know that, we won’t have a problem.” Then he abandons my hand and moves to cup my cheek, his bottomless blue gaze penetrating, a question in them. “Now tell me, are we going to have a problem, Remi?”

I shake my head. “Not a one.”

He releases a relieved breath, like the answer could be anything else, and then pulls me to him. My cheek rests on his shoulder, and I tilt my face up to see his, tracing the contours of his chest. “How mad will Colt be whenever we do tell him?”

“Oh, he’ll lose his shit and unleash a level of petty you’ve never seen.” Foster smirks at the thought. “Petty Colt’s pretty damn entertaining, though. Almost more so when it’s aimed at you.”

“And you wonder why he’s so quick to kick you from being his best friend.”

Unbothered by the threat as always, he purses his lips. “Even if he did, I keep a spare.”

I smile when he looks down at me with one of his own. He captures my chin, raising it more, and his eyes bounce between mine.

“I mean it, Rem. We’re doing us on our terms,” he tells me. “As long as I get to be with you, my terms are met. The rest is all up to you.”

Him and his perfect words, never fighting fair.

He’s always found a way through my defenses, disarming me even when I would fight against it. And that was when he was in parts and an ocean away. Foster as a whole carves his way into the places I hide from and makes me think I might not need to anymore.