“Aghh.” She jerks back. “I’m--”

“—Same.” I finally grunt out.

And then it’s just us again.

Staring at each other.

Wondering where to go from here but knowing there has to be a trail, a sign, something.

I have no words.

But I do have my mouth. I have my body.

So I kiss her again. I hug her, then press another small kiss against her neck and whisper. “Perfect.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Ambrose

“I can’t believe you’ve never done that before…” I laugh, tickling MB awake and probably annoying the shit out of her.

“It was late!” She ducks under the covers and mumbles. “Why are you waking me up so early anyway?”

“Ice cream on your nipples, classic.”

“So cold.”

“So tasty,” I say quickly. “And I’m not the least bit sorry.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Even when you bit me, you were all, oh sorry, my jaw slipped.”

“It happens!”

“No, it really doesn’t.” She pinches my leg.

A throat clears, she looks out from under the blanket, and I look over my shoulder. Quinn’s standing there in nothing but the jeans he was in the night before, shaking his head. “Please, at least tell me you used a condom because I really can’t become an uncle this early in life; I have dreams too.”

I throw a pillow at him. “Always wrap it up.”

“Always.” Quinn nods, then goes to the fridge.

When he gets there, his hand freezes on the handle as he reads the list.

He doesn’t move.

“Is he okay?” MB asks. “He’s not moving.”

I nod. “It takes Quinn longer to process human emotion.”

“Cool list.” He finally says, not making eye contact with us. “Also, you spell my name with one N.”

My eyes widen.

He looks over his shoulder. “I’m kidding. Also, yes, thank you, I had a fantastic night by myself while I kept hearing moaning and groaning and things like more Ambrose, thank you Ambrose, you’re a god Ambrose, do it again, ouch that hurts, just kidding bite it harder.”

MB ducks back under the blanket while I burst out laughing; she peeks her head back out. “I do NOT sound like that!”

“Sureeee.” Quinn winks and tosses us two water bottles, “But also get dressed, school time, and not to be the bearer of bad news after such a wonderful sexual experience where I’m sure Ambrose did his due diligence and actually found your clit… but there’s another weird text that was sent from an unknown number.”

Why did last night have to end this way? With us waking up to more bad news? “Do I even want to know?”

“Why fight over incest? Check this out.” It was a picture of Mary-Belle kissing Ambrose in the hallway, followed by another of her next to Quinn smiling.

“Great, just another day in Hell. What else is new?” I grumble and pull MB against me. “We can skip today.”

“No more hiding.” She sits up, wrapping the blanket around her. “If they want to talk shit, let them. I know who I am, and you guys know too. Let’s just get it over with. It’ll be worse if we stay home.”