Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Xena’s POV

“Your body is perfect,” he whispered against my neck, his lips trailing a path of fire down my skin. The sensation sent shivers through me, but my mind was already miles away. Thoughts of the upcoming funeral, of our lost friend, filled me with a bitterness that made it impossible to lose myself in pleasure. Not now.

“No, I need to shower,” I pushed him away and quickly got up from the bed before he

could pull me back down. Ama would be here any minute, and I needed to be ready. Since I couldn’t find a robe and Ryder wasn’t around, I grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it

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I had just managed to put on my underwear when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey,” I greeted Ama as I opened the door.

“Good, you’ve already showered,” she said, her eyes taking in my appearance.

“Yes, ma’am,” I gave her a small smile.

“About your shop… I’m sorry,” Ama set down the things she’d brought, her voice wavering slightly.

“Me too.” The words felt like a stab to my heart. I sat down in the chair, watching as she

unpacked her makeup.

“So, you and Ryder…”

“Yeah, looks like it,” I answered quietly.

“Can I call you Luna now?” she asked, a hint of lightness breaking through her somber

tone.

“Wait until tomorrow.”

She nodded and turned her attention to my hair, her hands gentle but sure.

“I always knew you were destined to be Luna,” Ama said softly, and in the mirror, I could

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see tears shimmering in her eyes alongside a flash of pride.

“I’m glad we’ll be living together again,” I said, meeting her eyes in the reflection.

“Me too. I’ve really missed our friendship.

I squeezed her hand. “I hope you brought waterproof makeup,” I half–joked, knowing we’d both be crying today.

“Bought it yesterday,” Ama smiled, though sadness lingered in her expression.

Ama worked in silence, and I just stared at my reflection. None of this felt real. I never thought we’d be attending his funeral before we even turned eighteen. Life is fragile, and

fate is cruel–lessons we were learning in the harshest way possible.

Ama was curling the last strand of my hair and finishing my makeup when the boys

walked in, just as she was handing me my dress.

“How’s it going?” Ryder entered, pausing when he saw me in his shirt. William went

straight to Ama, so our interaction went unnoticed.

“Just about to change,” I said, noting how Ryder’s eyebrow raised slightly, his eyes

darkening with desire I couldn’t ignore.

“Good, we need to get going. You girls should arrive early to greet people,” Ryder said, his

intense eyes still fixed on me.

I nodded and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. Getting out of Ryder’s shirt and

into the dress was easy. It was a simple black dress, sleeveless and well–fitted. It hung a bit loose but still showed off my figure, falling just below my thighs. Perfect for a funeral.

Ama came in to change as well. “Here are your shoes.”

“Thanks,” I said as I slipped them on. Ama changed into a similar dress and put on her

shoes. She had already done her hair and makeup before coming over.

There was a knock!

“Ready?” William asked gently.

“No,” I said weakly, and Ama opened the door. She leaned into William’s embrace,

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breaking down a little as tears slipped down her cheeks. I felt too numb to cry, just walking out.

Ryder stood waiting. Both boys were dressed all in black, with the sleeves of their black shirts rolled up. Hair fixed with gel, beards neatly trimmed.

“You okay?” he asked.