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Honeymoon Ends

Author: Bea Baum
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-31 02:08:10

BRYNN POV

The first thing I register is the headache.

Not mine — Vex’s.

He’s on his back beside me, one arm flung over his eyes like he’s at war with the sun. The day is too bright for the amount of alcohol he let himself have last night. I can still smell tequila and cologne on his skin.

A tiny, very un-mob-boss groan escapes him.

I smile. “Good morning, lightweight.”

“Don’t,” he mutters without moving. “Everything is loud.”

I laugh, rolling onto my side to face him. “Everything is normal. You’re just hungover for the first time in your life.”

The arm over his eyes shifts. One dark eye cracks open, studying me. There’s a softness there — the kind that only shows up when he’s tired or right after he’s let himself be vulnerable.

“It was worth it,” he says, voice rough. “You were happy.”

I prop my head on my hand. “I was.”

Memories from last night wash over me — the club, the slow dance, the way he didn’t kill the guy who tried to hit on me, the tacos on the hood of the car.
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