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“And I’ll get them to send me every style they have. I’ll wear a different pair every day.”

I grip his thighs and whine.

“You get to test them out, of course. We’ll need to know which ones look the best with your cum smeared all over them.”

My hips come off the bed and Rhys grinds down on me.

“You’re gonna have to build me a separate shoe closet.”

I nod frantically. “Yes, yes, I can do that. A really big one.”

He gasps, hips tilting forward to rub his erection against my stomach. Then he lets out a breathy laugh. “Jesus Christ, why is it so hot when you say things like that?”

“Things like what?”

Rhys braces himself above me with elbows on either side of my face. His gaze grows soft and his lips curl into a gentle smile. The love pouring out of him fills me with warmth.

“Teddy bear, you’re amazing.”

“No, you’re amazing.”

Rhys’s smile widens and he plants a hard kiss on my mouth. “We’re both amazing.”

EPILOGUE

RHYS

I lean in to whisper into Angel’s ear. “This is for the shoe closet.”

I can feel the sudden spike of heat against my lips as Angel flushes bright red. I fucking love that he has a shoe fetish and I especially adore how he reacts every time I remind him of it.

“I’ll make sure it’s secure in the truck.” He takes the box and gives me a quick kiss before carrying it out of my bedroom.

We’re moving me from the apartment I’ve shared with Hayden to Angel’s place in Staten Island. It only makes sense, I’ve been spending more time there than he’s been spending here. Which I never, in a million years, would’ve guessed.

Angel has always offered to stay in Brooklyn with me, but it never felt quite right for some reason. Maybe because having Hayden around was weird?

Not because Hayden disapproves. He’s gotten over his protective, suspicious thing against Angel. I think the wedding we went to solidified it. If Angel’s willing to parade me around on his arm in front of everyone in the old neighborhood, then he’s probably not going to dump me like a hot potato the next day

Honestly, Hayden’s been great, and I’m going to miss him loads. But there’s just something about having our own space.

Plus, with Angel’s early mornings and random babysitting duties with Jonah, it’s easier for him to be closer to home.

Being in the old neighborhood so much hasn’t been as bad as I expected. Sabrina’s cool, and I’ve gotten to hang out with Nico and Ariana more. It’s been nice to reconnect, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed my big brother until I started seeing more of him.

When Mom found out that I was hanging out with Nico, she coerced him into bringing me to Sunday dinner. I one-upped her by bringing Angel with me. It was an awkward evening, but no one said anything offensive and we made it through. Things with Mom and Dad still aren’t great, but maybe there’s hope.

Things with Angel’s mom, however, have been… surprisingly okay? She’s never apologized for that first dinner we had together, never said anything to clear the air between us. She just started treating me like I had always been there. Like her son had always been attracted to men and having Dina’s boy over at the house all the time was perfectly normal. It’s weird, but honestly, I’ll take it. It could’ve been so much worse.

“Okay, what’s next?” Hayden appears in my doorway, ready to carry the next box down to Angel’s truck.

Bellamy and Noel are right behind him—Bellamy with his sleeves rolled up, Noel examining his fingernails. He’s been following Bellamy up and down the stairs like a puppy without actually carrying anything. He’s such a grumpy marshmallow.

“You can take this one and this one.” I point to two boxes stacked against the wall. “And then, I think that’s it!”

I don’t actually have that much stuff to move, since I’m not bringing any furniture. It’s mostly my shoes and clothes and toiletries. I swing a large makeup bag over my shoulder and follow the guys out.

They head down to the truck, but I pause in the living room.

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