“See how good you did for me?” I swipe them through her pussy, making sure to graze her sensitive clit.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

She grabs the back of my neck, lids fluttering when I suck them clean. I groan at how divine she tastes, releasing her wrist. Remi keeps her touch there, trailing across my lower lip, and I shove my hand into her hair.

The phone vibrates again. And again.

I glance at hers, screen up by mine and notifications rolling in.

She sighs and reaches for it. With her skin still pressed against mine, she unlocks it. The message thread opens as I look down. Xander. The wannabe boyfriend I watched stake a claim on her outside her apartment building. I know that because his last message is a selfie. No shirt, tongue out, spiked hair, and holding up devil horns with a lightning bolt painted over an eye—I’ll be your rock god, baby.

And the cocoon fucking disintegrates. We snap into our real timeline, and my jaw clenches. I sit back, my hands dropping away from her.

“He’s my roommate,” she says, dismissively.

“I know who he is, Remi.” I slide her off me, back to the other end of the bathtub, and I stand up with my phone.

“Foster?” she says as I slide open the glass panel. “Where are you⁠—”

“You were right. No one will touch you.”

I don’t look at her, stepping over the side, and I walk out without even wanting to.

Now she’s the true Remi. Remi Sinner. The one who fucking destroyed everything.

14

FOSTER

Before…

The third shot in twenty minutes goes down, and I’ve barely swallowed when Chase sets another next to my beer.

“This is what we’re doing?” I say over the club music. “Going the blackout route? Because I’d rather not⁠—”

He blows fucking glitter at me from his palm. “Fairy God Pirate of Halloween says quit your bitching.”

I hate everything about this moment, but I still crack a smile while glaring and shaking my head. “You are the fucking worst.”

The asshole winks at me, shoves the shot to my lips, and starts tipping. I catch it before it ends up everywhere and throw it back. Chase nods, like he seriously accomplished something. He takes his own before returning the tricorn hat to his head. I’ve opted for a red bandana tonight and a black mask over my eyes rather than an eyepatch like him, but we both have on black billowy shirts with undone laces at the tops, black jeans, and cuffed boots.

A lot more chest on display than the original look. But we have a lot more to give.