Chapter 222: Your Choice

Alina was slow to move, but when she did, she threw herself at Ivo with the strength of a freight-train. He braced himself on his elbow and patted Alina's back with his free arm.

She let go of him and sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze searching. "You're being an asshole so it must be you again."

"Yeah, it's really me."

It was expected that the sound of their voices would draw everyone else into the bedroom. Vice stopped on the doorway, eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Holy shit."

Unlike Alina, who did it on accident, Vice threw himself at Ivo on purpose, sprawling over him on the bed and dropping kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Ivo returned his sloppy kisses just as enthusiastically, laughing against Vice's warm skin with almost manic relief.

He was still here. Maybe he had imagined that quiet, helpless plea. Where would Vice even go? It made no sense.