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I reach between us, rubbing tight circles on her clit, pushing her higher, harder until she shatters again, screaming my name, coming apart around me.

The second she does, I follow, groaning her name as I come hard, burying myself deep.

We shake together, clinging to each other like the worldmight fall away.

I collapse on top of her, pressing kisses everywhere: her neck, her shoulder, the sweet curve of her jaw.

“I love you. I’m crazy about you,” I whisper. “You’re mine, Amy. Always.”

She smiles, dazed and breathless. “Yours. Always.”

And for the first time… I know life will never be the same.

She laughs softly as I nuzzle against her neck, pressing lazy kisses to her skin like I’ll never stop. “You’re heavy,” she whispers, grinning.

I huff a laugh but don’t move. “Get used to it. This is where I’m staying.”

She hums and threads her fingers through my hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” I murmur, smiling against her skin.

“I do. I love you, Jake, Eli, and all you are.”

I tighten my hold on her because those words… they’re everything.

She’severything.

“You’re my whole damn life, Fangirl.”

She hums softly, the sound sinking deep into my bones. “We’re a mess, huh?”

I chuckle, pressing one last kiss to her shoulder. “Yeah… but we’re our mess.”

Her laugh is sleepy. “Don’t let go.”

“Never,” I promise. “Sleep, love. I’ve got you.”

And as her breathing evens out, soft and steady beneath me, I realize… For the first time in my life, I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. With her. Always her.

CHAPTER 21

JAKE

Waking up at five thirty is hell. And not because I’m tired—hell no. Last night was the best night of my life.

It’s hard because she’s here… naked and wrapped around me like she belongs there.

I can’t even see much of her face in the dark, but I know by the soft, steady sound of her breathing that she’s still asleep, peaceful and content.

I shift just enough to brush my nose against her hair.God, I love her.

It hits me low and deep, that ache in my chest. I tighten my hold around her waist, burying my face in her hair like a coward because, fuck, I don’t want this moment to end.

I should get up. I’m supposed to be at the gym by six. But screw it—with the workout we had last night, my cardio’s solid.

I close my eyes again, selfishly clinging to her warmth, telling myself I can buy one more hour. Just one.

When I wake again, sunlight is slipping through the gap in the curtains, painting her curls gold where they’re sprawled across the pillow. There’s a hint of red in the brown I never noticed before—like she’s fire and earth all at once.