It had been a week since they returned from Merveille and Jonathon was still feeling out of sorts. Against his better judgment, but to the absolute delight of his cock, he and Emma had kept up their clandestine affair. He couldn’t get enough of her, even if he knew it only made the inevitable end more painful. When they were together he could forget she would never see him as anything more than just a fling. When they were together he could live in the fantasy where she felt the same way he felt about her.

     “Who the fuck stole your cookie?” Declan asked as he slid into the chair...