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Real love.

He accepted me for who I was—distractable, forgetful sometimes, but singularly focused on what I loved.

And I loved him, scars and all.

“You’re going to take my cock like it’s your fuckingjobtonight, Peachel.”

I let out a breath, smiling as I shook my head.

“Here I was looking at you, getting all choked up, thinking you’re about to say something heartfelt, and you say the hottest thing in the world,” I told him. “You’re kind of perfect for me, Gray.”

He hummed, dragging his palm down my chest. “I’m actually excited for my life. Every aspect of it. Never thought I’d be able to say that.”

“Get used to it.” I kissed the top of his head. “Now play pool with me. If I beat you, I’m the one fuckingyoutonight.”

“Want to bet?”

I gave him a devilish smile. “Fuck yes I do.”