“Please, stay. You can go back home tomorrow.”

Emilia smiled and snuggled deeper into Kane’s arms. “I didn’t tell my parents that I’d be sleeping over here.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand if you don’t show up tonight. It’s not like you’re a teenager with a curfew.”

She giggled. “Still…”

He held her tighter as if to let her know that he wasn’t ready to let her go. They were in his bed, recovering from the hottest makeup sex in the history of mankind.

“I think you should move back here,” he said wistfully.

“As what?”

“As a part of my family. You were a Beaumont once, remember?”

“That was then.”...