“Well,” she says, with all the attitude that gets my dick hard, “if you’d sign autographs faster, you could already be here with me. So, your fault, clearly.”

Of Men and Wolves had a signing yesterday scheduled after Remi and I planned our trip. Then we met up to agree on tour dates so Christian could manager-away. We’re starting in Europe this time. And we won’t be sleeping on buses at any point.

That decision was unanimous—even with our manager and the security guard following me to the elevator.

There are too many of us for that now anyway. I’m not leaving Remi behind, and Felix and Dev felt the same.

“Careful, Rem. When your mouth goes bratty, I want to fuck it.”

As the elevator doors close, I catch a head shake from Colt and a hushed chuckle.

She narrows her cute glare at me. “Kind of hard to do when you’re not here.”

I lick my lips to hide a smile before returning to the task at hand. “I want to be there,” I tell her.

My pulse kicks up, a hell of a lot of fluttery shit going on inside me when the doors open again.

I flip the camera, step off, and take out my earbud. Colton taps me on the shoulder before he peels off, disappearing around the corner down the hallway.

“I want to experience beauty in the mundane with you,” I say, stepping out of the elevator nook and into the hallway—going the opposite way from Colt. “I want to wake up to your gorgeous face every day.” White rose petals decorate the floor as I walk, votive candles lining each side and most definitely a fire hazard. “I want to be the man you deserve because you deserve fucking everything.”

“Where are you?” she asks as she studies the screen. I don’t answer.

“You slowly became my world, Remi Sinner. Twice. You were in my head, taking over piece by piece until I couldn’t fight it and fully surrendered.” Red petals join the white ones at my feet. “Twice.”

Remi’s mouth turns up as my girl works out the scene I’ve set up for her.

“I wandered because nothing fit quite right. For a long time, the only place I felt like I belonged was on a stage. Then I looked off it and saw you. Those pieces clicked back into place, and I was fighting like hell again.”

“You were such a dick,” she whispers.

I smile, approaching where the votive path curves to end at a door.