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Sebastian:

Alina’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen as I watch her sip her coffee, basking in the early morning sunlight of Paris. Her red hair is a chaotic mess of curls around her head, the most serene look plastered on her face as she gazes over the balcony.

It hasn’t always been this way.

It’s been three months since we’ve killed Luke and have been hopping around Europe ever since. The intense trauma we’ve been undoing in that time has rocked us both. That’s part of the reason why I’m taking this moment with Alina in. It’s delicate. And most of our healing hasn’t been. It’s been messy as shit. A mix of shedding tears, fears and old narratives. We’ve gone from being happy to be together to afraid of each other due to our shared and separate trauma, then back again. The constant back and forth has been tedious and yet beautiful. We’ve had to learn to communicate better. To hold space for each other. To not jump to conclusions. To not expect anger or pain from the other just because they’re upset.

It’s been fucking wild .

But we’re still here and still together and every day I wake up with her by my side, I’ve won.

I’ve made every dream come true that I ever wanted for myself, despite my father and his abuse and my mother’s lack of intervention.

It all pales in comparison to my love for Alina.

“Bash? I forgot my ring by the sink!” Lina Girl calls and I retrieve her engagement ring from the bathroom counter, knowing she took it off to shower and do her skincare routine for the day. It’s resting beneath the open picture frame of our images from high school. I never got to propose to Alina amongst the wreckage of Luke when we massacred him. But I did do so a few weeks later while in Venice. Cheesy and romantic as fuck. She ate that shit up.

We gorged ourselves on pasta and fucked all night.

Cade and his men were able to return to wherever they needed to be seen before Luke’s body was discovered. He arrested the dirty cops he so desperately wanted to take down and was able to re-home all the Dobermans to a property he bought just for them, where they run free and can be semi-normal dogs. He’s chosen to spend his time rehabilitating them. He sends us pictures every now and then. He’s even got a litter of puppies he’s starting to raise.

I walk onto the balcony and hand my fiancé her ring. She grins at me and accepts it with a squeal. Today feels like a good fucking day. I inhale gratefully. “What do you want to do today, Lina Girl?” I ask her as I take a seat next to her at the small table.

“ You ,” she answers automatically, and I can’t help but blush. She makes me feel so fucking loved.

“You’ve done me already,” I mumble on a laugh as she smirks.

“Your point? I told you Bash Cox, I will never get tired of fucking you, dipshit .” She rolls her eyes and returns to the book she has open next to her coffee. Only Alina could insult me and flirt with me at the same time. Dammit, she’s right though. I rub at my dick, thickening in my pants at the thought of her naked body. We really do love fucking each other endlessly.

“My apologies,” I offer instead. Her green eyes meet my blue ones. I grab her forearm and run my fingers along it, making goosebumps rise.

“I do have a song request,” she says with a faint smile. I look at her, intrigued.

“Tell me,” I demand.

Alina:

I shift in my seat and my robe falls open slightly, exposing the softness of my breasts. Bash cocks a brow, pursing his lips as he grows harder in his pants.

“Am I even going to be able to play or will I just be fighting my boner the whole time?” he complains as he reaches forward and grazes my nipple with his fingers. I arch my chest into his hand, and he palms my breast obediently. He squeezes my tit, making me moan as wetness erupts between my legs. “What song, Lina Girl?” he asks gently, never wanting to leave me hanging when it comes to our favorite music.

“Franz Ferdinand,” I finally get out as he drops my breast with a small smile.

“I already know, then,” he says as he leaves the table to grab his acoustic guitar. He returns and places it over his lap as he looks at me. He begins to strum it, staring into my eyes lovingly. I sink into my seat and grab my coffee, palming it between both of my hands.

Bash begins to sing, perfectly emitting every line as he always does. His blue eyes connect with my green ones intensely as he speaks in musical lyrics to me.

And I fucking swoon. Because Bash has been there for me nonstop since returning to my life and ever since we slayed my evil overlord together. I’ve allowed myself to fall into him, landing firmly in our love. I sip my coffee and smile appreciatively back at him as he continues my private performance. Then I’m melting a few minutes later as I stand before him, kissing his forehead as he completes the song for me.

He strums his guitar for the final time, then sets it to the side and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his hips as he fully opens my robe and nuzzles my naked breasts with his nose.

“Thank you for holding on, Lina Girl. For trusting me. For forgiving me and getting through this all by my side,” he whispers as I begin to cry.

“Oh, Bash Cox. You’re fucking stuck with me.”

He closes his eyes, a look of long-awaited peace covering his face and for the first time in a long time, I know we’re going to be ok.

The End…