Page 119 of Visions of You

Keegan reached into his pocket and pulled out three envelopes, each marked with a name. "These letters contain detailed descriptions of visions I've had about each of your futures and any advice I can offer to help you find the best path forward. No cryptic remarks, no riddles to solve."

He handed them out one by one, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

"Your futures are yours to do with as you will," Keegan said as they took the envelopes from his hand. "I'm sorry."

The room was silent for a moment, the gravity of his words sinking in. And then Altair stepped forward, placing a hand on Keegan's shoulder.

"None of us are perfect," Altair said, "but we're coven."

Keegan nodded, pressing his lips together so as not to get too emotional.

Jaron appeared by his side, taking his hand and leaning in. "I'm proud of you," he whispered into Keegan's ear, and for the first time, Keegan felt like he might truly be worthy of his dragon's love.

He drew him into an embrace and then into a kiss. Someone cheered. Someone else laughed and someone toasted 'to new beginnings.'

Keegan smiled into the kiss.

He didn't need new beginnings. He was already heading down his perfect path.

The door clicked shut behind the last guest, and the house settled into a comfortable silence. Keegan glanced around the living room, taking in the aftermath of the party. Empty glasses and crumpled napkins littered the tables, but the warmth from earlier still lingered in the air.

Jaron stretched, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of toned abdomen. He'd gone back to wearing clothes rather than jewelry, but his sense of fashion didn't lean toward 'baggy' quite so heavily anymore.

"Well, that was something," the dragon said, his voice tinged with exhaustion but satisfaction.

"Yeah," Keegan replied, stepping closer to him. "It went better than I expected."

Jaron turned to face him, eyes softening as they locked onto Keegan's. "You did good tonight."

Keegan shrugged. "Had to make things right."

Jaron reached out, gently tugging Keegan closer by the waistband of his jeans. "You did," he whispered before leaning in for a slow, lingering kiss. Keegan felt Jaron's fingers slide under his shirt, grazing the skin of his lower back and sending shivers up his spine.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Jaron murmured against Keegan's lips.

Keegan nodded, allowing himself to be led down the hallway to their room. Once inside, Jaron closed the door before turning back to him. Jaron's eyes sparkled as he reached for Keegan's shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.

Keegan couldn't undress Jaron quite so easily because of his wings, but he managed to pop the buttons on the back of his shirt after a little fiddling and got it off his mate. Their hands roamed each other's bodies with both familiarity and hunger as they moved towards the bed.

Jaron gently pushed Keegan onto the mattress before climbing on top of him. The weight of Jaron's body pressed down on him in a way that felt grounding and exhilarating all at once.

"I love you," Jaron said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Keegan's face.

"I love you too," Keegan replied, pulling Jaron down for another kiss.

The heat between them intensified, and Keegan's fingers traced the muscles of Jaron's back, lingering on the base of his wings.

Jaron pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, I was thinking I'd be on top tonight," he said, voice low and teasing.

Keegan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh really? And what if I have other plans?"

Jaron leaned in, nuzzling Keegan's neck and planting soft kisses along his jawline. "My plans are better," he murmured against Keegan's skin, the words sending shivers down Keegan's spine.

Keegan chuckled softly. "That's debatable."

Jaron shifted to meet Keegan's gaze, a challenging look in his eyes. "I guess we'll just have to see who's more convincing."

Keegan grinned. "You're on."