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Silas leans in, kissing my forehead. Kit follows his lead. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Late,” Rafe says firmly. “Very late.”

And he lifts me as I laugh, running up the stairs and pushing open his bedroom door. He tosses me onto his bed, and I bounce in a pile of tulle. “I need to take this dress off.”

But he shakes his head, a gleam in his eye. “Later. Leave it on for now.”

My mouth opens, but he’s already there, pressing his lips into mine. “I feel like I waited forever for you, Anastasia Tate. And it was worth it.”

I smile against him. “I’m not Anastasia Tate yet, you know.”

He presses a kiss to the underside of my chin. Lower. “You have always been Anastasia Tate. The rest is just paperwork.”

He pushes my dress up, and I open for him as he sinks into me, inch by inch, the heat of his cock filling me until I feel consumed by him.

“I will never get enough of you,” he groans against my lips. “Never, Stasi.”

My hands dig into his back, nails raking his skin as he pushes into me. I bite down on his shoulder. “More.”

And as his hips move against me, as I cry out his name, I know that I will never get enough of them, either.

And we have a lifetime together to make the most of it.

46 – Stasi – one year later

Inearly bump into the tall male as I’m leaving the coffee shop. I just manage to catch my coffee before it spills, and he steadies me with an apologetic nod. Jet black eyes meet mine, and I drop my eyes down to the tattoos running over his neck.

“Enzo,” a voice hisses. Turning, I move back to let the rest of his group pass me. The girl with them, petite with cropped blonde hair, leans into the man that I bumped into. He wraps his arm around his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

And I blink, as theothermale with her slides his arm around her waist.

And then athirdman bursts out, his arms full. “Woah. Thanks for waiting, team.”

“Shouldn’t have bought the whole counter,” the tattooed man counters, and the male with the baked goods… pouts.

“Zella wanted them.”

The blonde twists around, making grabby hands. And the brown-haired man dips down, brushing a kiss against her lips before he hands a bag over.

She catches me unabashedly staring, and winks.

I’m so caught up in watching them that I nearly miss my phone ringing. Assuming it’s my writing tutor, I flip the phone open. “I’m coming, I swear!”

Silas grunts down the phone. “Not yet. Later.”

I bite my lip. “Silas. Although you’ll never guess what I’ve just seen. I’ll tell you later. I’ll be home around four, after my lecture.”

“I’ll pick you up,” he says instantly. “Four?”

I nod into the phone. “Love you.”

His voice softens. “Enjoy your lecture.”

I stroll towards campus. How different my life is now, compared to eighteen months ago.

This life… this life is perfect.

And no matter what it took to get here. I wouldn’t change it.

Not a single thing.