In the quaint yet conservative Wickford Village, Tovi and her best friends Scarlett, Ryker, Axel, and Riff have always been outsiders. In their mid-20s, this tight-knit group, bound by friendship and their shared passion for heavy rock, has been pla...
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Tovi's POV
I wake up slowly, a dull ache pounding behind my eyes, and my body feeling like I've been through a fucking workout marathon. All the memories from last night hit me in a rush—everything we did at the club, the way we practically tore into each other when we got back here. I blink a few times, adjusting to the light filtering through the curtains, and then turn my head just enough to see Madison lying beside me, her hair a wild mess, cheeks flushed. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, giving me that slow, sleepy smile that does something to my chest.
"Morning," she murmurs, her voice soft and husky, that perfect blend of sweet and sexy.
"Morning, babe," I reply, my own voice a little rougher than I expected.
We're both lying there, tangled in the sheets, still completely naked from last night's insanity. It's hard not to notice the wreckage around us—the pillows completely shredded, feathers scattered everywhere, and the bed looking like it's been through a war. Hell, the entire room is a mess, like a goddamn tornado tore through. And we were the storm.
I feel a shift in the air, the hum of heightened emotions buzzing through the bond between us. I glance back at her, and there's this raw, open look in her eyes that I'm not used to seeing. She takes a deep breath, biting her bottom lip like she's bracing herself.
"I'm so sorry, Tovi," she whispers, her voice wavering just a little. "I never meant to make you feel not wanted. I got caught up in my own shit, and I was pushing you away. But we're a team, and I was screwing that up. I'm so sorry, baby. Please, can you forgive me?"
The words hit me hard, making the ache in my chest tighten. I can see it—the guilt, the regret—and I know she means every word. For a second, all I can do is stare at her, trying to process everything. The fierce, wild Madison from last night, tearing into me like she'd die without me, and this vulnerable, open version of her right now, laying herself bare.
Slowly, I reach out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, letting my fingers linger against her cheek. "Mads... you know I love you, right?" I murmur softly, my thumb tracing her jawline. "I was pissed, yeah. But... I just want to figure this out with you. I want us back."
Her eyes shimmer, and she nods quickly, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I want that too," she whispers, leaning into my touch. "More than anything."
I shift closer, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against me until her head is resting on my chest. "We'll get there," I promise, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just... no more shutting me out, okay? I need you, Madison. I need all of you."
