TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 333

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CHAPTER 261: YOU’RE MY ONE-2

“One,” he says.

“One?”

“You. You’re my one. That’s the only number that matters.”

I stare at this man. This impossible, insufferable, devastating man who just made me come three times a hot spring and then said something so achingly tender that it makes the orgasms feel like the appetis

“That was corny,” I say, because if I don’t deflect, I will cry, and I have cried enough to last several

lifetimes.

“That was sincere.”

“It was both. Corny and sincere aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“I’m a king. Kings aren’t corny. Kings are profound.”

“You just had sex with me in a public hot spring at two in the morning. Nothing about this is profound.”

“Everything about this is profound.” He kisses my forehead. My nose. The corner of my mouth. “You. In ti water. Under these stars. Wearing nothing but a yes and my fingerprints. That’s the most profound thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I laugh. Warm and wet and full and free, and I let it fill the space between the rocks and the stars becaus the sound of my own laughter in this place with this man is a thing I want to get used to.

A thing I’m going to get used to, because the good thing is staying this time.

I can feel it in my bones, in the warm water, in the way his arms tighten around me when I laugh, like the sound of it is something he wants to hold onto.

We stay in the water until our fingers prune and the cold air above the surface starts to bite and my teeth chatter between laughs.

Knox carries me out because the rocks are sharp and my feet are bare and carrying me has become such a recurring feature of his life that he should probably start training for it specifically.

The drive back to the hospital is quist in the best way.

I fall asleep against his shoulder within five minutes, my wet hair soaking through his shirt, and the last thing I register before unconsciousness takes me is his arm around me and the steady rhythm of his breathing and the smell of him.

I don’t dream. For the first time in weeks, I don’t dream of anything at all

The hospital is still when we return. I’m vaguely aware of being lifted, of Knox’s arms under my knees and behind my back, of the fluorescent corridors scrolling past in a blur of white light that I’m too tired to

process.

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A nurse says something and Knox says something back and whatever is on his face convinces her to stop

talking.

He sets me down in the chair beside Maurice’s bed.

I curl into it without fully waking, and my hand finds my father’s on the blanket, and my fingers wrap around

his with the instinct of a daughter who is not letting go.

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