Page 89 of Saving it with My Best Friend's Brother

I leaned into his warmth, breathing in the mountain air and rightness. “More than ever.”

Color rippled across the sky—nature’s celebration joining ours as the northern lights appeared. Pine Haven glowed below, alive with promise. Music and laughter drifted up like mist, carrying Claire’s voice as she explained her new project to an intentlylistening Michael, their future unfolding in quiet moments like this one.

“Some stories are just beginning.” Hunter’s whisper carried my own words back.

“And ours?”

His kiss tasted of certainty. “Ours keeps growing. Like the mountains.”

“Like our love.”

“Like us.”

Above, lights painted endless possibilities across the sky. Below, our future stretched wide as the valley. And here, in Hunter’s arms, everything aligned once more.

Mom’s evergreen sprig waited between my wedding album pages, a reminder that some traditions grow stronger with time.

Like family.

Like legacy.

Like love.

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