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“Easy,” I say, a giggle escaping my throat.

“Nah, I’m serious.”

“Jagger?” I trace his jaw with my finger until he looks at me, taking my breath with his intensity. “I don’t want to be a model anymore.”

A smile takes over his face as he lifts me into his arms, cartons of food spilling over the bed. “Thank fuck for that.”

“I’ve got money, I don’t need yours,” I tease as he pulls me on top of him, his gaze holding mine.

“You can have it all, Molly. I don’t need it.”

I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck. I inhale his scent and bury my head into his neck. “I think you do.”

“What for?” Jagger demands, tracing his hands over my back.

“Therapy.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles and wraps his arms around me.

I close my eyes and know that even though it’s not going to be easy, we’re doing the right thing.

Together.

The End