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Prescott said softly. “I need you in my life, and I don’t want this war to change you, no matter what hell we come across.”
    Flex frowned. “We need to be more vigilant.”
    Prescott wasn’t saying it right. His head still pounded, but it was important for Flex to understand what he was trying to say. “We’ll be more careful in the future, but I don’t want you to change. I like you carefree and happy. At first, I totally misunderstood it. Thought you were arrogant.”
    “I am arrogant,” Flex interrupted with a snort.
    Prescott couldn’t help but smile. “You are, but you’re here because I wanted to be with my family. You changed your life for someone you barely know.”
    “I care for you. I want that to grow deeper by getting to know you. If I have to walk through hell to do it, I will.”
    Prescott mumbled, “Venom City is hell.”
    “I think the tide is turning on Venom City. Seems you have two territories working together now.” Flex waggled his brows at him.
    “What?”
    “Magnus is here. He’s fucking pissed, with an small army behind him. Seems Fiesta Island was overrun by the stonefish and puffers, and now, he wants vengeance.” Flex pushed him down on the bed so was he lying half on top of Prescott. It was hard to think with Flex so close.
    “We need to see what’s going on.” Prescott squirmed, but Flex held firm.
    “Tomorrow. Rest today, and then, tomorrow, we’ll see what’s happening.” Flex rolled off and wrapped his arms around him, cocooning him in a warm embrace.
    “I...” Prescott began.
    “Shush, rest.” Flex kissed the back of his head.
    “Bossy,” Prescott groused.
    “You know it and love it.” Flex began to rub his head, and good lord, did it ever feel good.
    Shit, he did. He loved Flex.
    A thought grew inside of Prescott. What the hell was he in a rush for? They were protected in Mission Territory by their loved ones. If something were to happen, they sure as hell would find out quick enough and would be out of the room in no time.
    “Is there a planned meeting?” Prescott grabbed a hold of Flex’s hand and brushed his lips across the knuckles.
    “Not that I’m aware of,” Flex murmured, kissing a spot behind his ear.
    “Then, let’s forget the outside world for a while and be with each other.”
    Flex rolled him over before leaning down and kissing him softly on the lips. “That’s the best fucking idea I’ve ever heard.”
    Prescott buried his face into Flex’s chest. This was his chance to be with Flex. He could count on his friends to watch their backs while he got to know his mate.
     
    * * * *
     
    They woke up the next morning, and Flex searched every square inch of him to check his wounds. “I’m fine, Flex.”
    Flex pulled back from a particular nasty sting on his leg. “They’re closed, but you’ll have scars.”
    “I have a lot of scars, and I’ll have more in the future.” Prescott sat up and stretched his aching muscles. He didn’t feel as bad as he had yesterday. His headache was gone. All night Flex had rubbed his head, and he soaked up each and every second of it. He was starved for Flex’s touch. The thought of them having some time alone had a sense of peace washing over him. Prescott was not going to think about what was going on beyond the doors of the room. Wait.
    “How did we end up in this room? Is this...” He trailed off as he and Flex flopped back on the bed.
    “Ours? Yes, I picked it out myself, but you can pick the curtains.” Flex chuckled next to him.
    “That’s presumptuous of you,” Prescott teased.
    “I know you love me. Now, now, you don’t have to rush and say it. Take your time. I know we’ve known each other a couple weeks.”
    Prescott glared at Flex. “And you were gone one of those weeks.”
    “Doesn’t matter when it’s love at first sight.” Flex smiled and leaned over to smack a kiss on his lips.
    “Ha, not even.” Prescott laughed.
    Flex shifted to his side, resting his cheek on