“Hey,” she said softly back, and tipped her head towards the bedroom, taking his hand in hers.
They had had so many nights together, six months of fucking and fighting and oh- fingering in hallways, riding him in the back of Ares’ car, those blissful nights in Hawaii- She would cherish it all. Nobody else would make her feel like Tragos did, not ever.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, the door closed behind them, she drew him in for a kiss, clinging tightly to him so he couldn’t escape her. Not for tonight, anyway.
He kissed her, kissed her and kissed her as though he could bury the terror of Apollo's threat against Kaden, the terror of the rest of this plan - kissed her and cupped her face in his hands as he did, turning her round to press her against the door. “Marcie,” he groaned, digging his hands under her clothes, as desperate to hold on as she was. “Marcie - I fucking love you, girl.”
“Trey,” she gasped as his hands found her skin, and she tugged at her clothes so she could be naked and close to him. She got her shirt and sweater off together and tossed them away in a bundle, and kissed him hungrily, desperately. “I love you too, please-” Please touch her, please make her feel him in a way that lasted, please- please don’t go.