Page 129 of Trailer Park Billionaire

“You know,” she murmurs eventually, voice thick and drowsy, “you’re definitely the best bad decision I’ve ever made.”

I grin, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “And I’d steal you in a heartbeat if you weren’t already mine.”

Helena snorts softly. “Fine, you’re in my top ten now.”

For a moment, I don’t move, still spent, and satisfied, and without a worry in the world.

Then I manage to roll over, pinning her arms above her head, eyes burning into hers with nothing but adoration.

“Guess I’ll just have to try harder,” I say.

She grins, wild and soft all at once. “I love you.”

Outside, the city is quiet. The building hums around us—new walls, old ghosts, a gallery downstairs, and a life we’re building from ash.

Inside, we lie tangled in sheets that still smell like sex, and soap, and something sweeter than either.

Home.