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Now I understand the seemingly permanent sadness in Natalie's beautiful brown eyes. My chest tightens with sympathy. For her. For me. For Don… “I’m so sorry, Don,” I whisper. “About Marcus. About everything.”

Don doesn't say anything for a while, but his hand drifts to the pendant around my neck. His thumb grazes it lightly beforemeeting my eyes again. "You don't know how happy it makes me that you had this on the whole time."

“It's yours, isn't it?” I ask, searching his face,

He smiles, a small, almost shy curve of his lips. “Yeah, it is.”

"B- but how? I don't understand. I- I found it…" I trail off as Don lets out a chuckle.

He pulls me closer, his hand still tracing the outline of the pendant. "Last year, I came to Harry's place for business. I saw you playing the piano, and… I don't know. Something about you… I couldn't get you out of my head. After you left, I put the necklace on the piano. I wanted to leave something of me with you." I blink at him, pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. The music box, the strange familiarity, the way I've always felt safe with him… it's because, somehow, he's always been a part of my life.

“I'm glad you found it,” Don adds softly, raising his eyes to mine, a sensuous smile spreading across his lips. "And I'm even happier that you wear it."

I stare at him, helplessly enraptured in the magic of his exquisite blue eyes. "Have you liked me since then?" I whisper, searching his face.

“No, sunshine. I've loved you since then,” Don says, tenderly kissing my forehead.

"I love you too," I say, chuckling despite the tears spilling down my eyes. "So much."

His face lights up with a mischievous smile, and before I know what's happening, he scoops me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. "What are you doing?" I ask with a surprise laugh.

He grins down at me. “I’m taking you home.”

Home. The word sounds so good,so right.

“But what about Kane?” I ask, glancing at the unconscious man still lying on the ground.

Don looks over at him, his expression hardening for a moment before softening again as he gazes back at me. “Rick’s on his way with the cops. Don’t worry about it.”

I nod, burying my head in his neck. “I love you, Don,” I whisper against his skin.

His arms tighten around me, holding me impossibly closer. “I love you too, my sunshine.”

Epilogue

One year later

Don

I glance toward the bathroom, considering, for the thousandth time, flaunting my wife's stern parting instruction.

‘Stay right here, Don. Don't move an inch.’

A fond smile tugs at my lips as I recall her adorably stern expression as she said those words. She's definitely up to something in there. One year in and she's never ceased to surprise me with new sides to her. Earlier today, Agnes told me I hit a gold mine with Leah.I'm one lucky bastard.

I lean back on my hands as I let my mind drift to the events of the day. Leah had suggested we host a Christmas dinner at our new home, and it was perfect. I was especially pleased to see Agnes laughing, full of life again after her cancer scare two months ago. Seeing her healthy felt like a blessing, like the universe had decided to give us all a break. Lily seemed different– and there's a new air of maturity about her that's both amusing and reassuring. I wonder if it has anything to do with her upcoming eighteenth birthday in May. Rick and Natalie, though—something seems to be going on between those two. I can't put my fingers on it yet, but I can tell something has changed, especially with Natalie. She seemed happy, lighter than I'd seen her in the months after Marcus's death. I hope it means she's finally coming out of her grief. If Rick has anything to do with that, I'm all for it. She deserves to be happy again.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, and every single thought vanishes from my head. There's Leah, standing by the doorway, wearing a dangerously seductive Santa costume that suddenly catapults me into the memory of our first night together. My body responds instantly, heat rushing from my head to my cock.

“Is this what you were up to?” I manage to ask, my voice rough.

Leah starts to walk toward me, slowly, swaying her hips from side to side in a provocative sway. "Well," she says, voice soft, teasing, as she runs her fingers over the strap that runs across her boobs. "What do you think?"

I raise an eyebrow, my eyes trailing over her body, taking in every inch of her. "I think you're playing a dangerous game, darling."

She lets out a small, sultry laugh, stopping right in front of me, then leans forward slightly to brush her fingers against my chest. "Maybe," she whispers. "But the real question is... what are you going to do about it?"

I grab her by the waist, pulling her into my lap. She gasps, but it's exactly what she wanted, I can tell by the way her body presses into mine. My voice drops, rough, barely controlled. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard, baby," I growl in her ear. "First in your pussy and then in your tight ass until you're full of mycum." She sighs softly, a shudder racking her body. I run one hand up her bare thighs, wrapping the other around her neck. I slide a finger into her, gently applying pressure around her throat.

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