Because if she gives me attitude or her usual hatred, I don’t think my response will be what she deserves. Sensing my growing anger, she sets the coffee cup down on a little table with a dead plant on it. I point at it. “Baby, if you can’t keep a plant alive, how are you going to keep our babies alive?” She smacks my chest. “Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like you like that.” I grin, but her expression turns contemplative, a tiny frown tipping the corners of her lips down as a crease forms between her brow. “Do you ever wonder about Gigi and her stalker and find it strange? Maybe even far-fetched?” When I tilt my head, signaling my confusion, she licks her lips and starts fiddling with the belt on her purple robe. “You already know my great-grandmother had a stalker. One that she fell in love with. And now so do I. Living in the same house and...” “Falling in love?” I finish for her, keeping my face blank so she’s sure I’m not teasing. She glances at me and gives a slight lift of her shoulders, but she doesn’t deny it. Cop out, but I let it go. “It just seems crazy and... I don’t know, impossible, I guess.” I lean down on the railing and tilt my head up until I catch her eyes. Once they snag onto mine, they’re anchored. The breeze ruffles her hair again, the cinnamon strands dancing in the wind. “Do you think you’re a reincarnation of Gigi, Addie? And that I’m a reincarnation of Ronaldo? We'll never really know, will we? It’s highly unlikely but not impossible. But I can’t say I don’t like the idea of it.” A little snarl takes over her face. “You just like the idea of stalking me for several lifetimes.” This time I do smile, and the dilation of her eyes has my cock growing stiff. Fuck, stop it. It hurts. But when her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, I no longer give a fuck about the pain. My hand snaps out, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her in close. She gasps, her pink lips parting, and in this moment, all I want to do is slip my cock past them and watch them wrap around me. I’d walk on glass if it meant getting to fuck Addie’s mouth again. She struggles, but I hold her steady, her hands planted on the railing to support her weight. Her purple robe is draped open, but not enough to expose the bite marks I left last night on her tits.