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“I love you, Pretty Girl

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Jay

Six Months Later

Every time she sleeps, I wake her up, making sure she’s real and she’s beside me. Touching her. Kissing her. Loving her. Because I can, and because she’s finally mine.

After a decade apart, and a lifetime of hurt, confusion, and loss to sift through, fate reunited us, and we fucking fought to stay together.

When she showed up on my doorstep all those months ago, I had no idea what life had planned for us, all I knew is that we were finally solid enough to deal with whatever it is, together.

That weekend, she laid it all out on the table for me. Literally and figuratively.

She offered to move down to Melbourne, and live here with Lily and I. She would’ve had to leave Dakota with Jagger, because it wasn’t worth moving her in her last year of school. I wasn’t okay with separating them. Even though she promised me if that was the only option for us being together, she would make it work.

No past. Just the present.

As appealing as it was, there was no way I could let her do it. She was showing her loyalty, and I loved her even more for it, but it was completely unnecessary.

The move was always going to be easier for me anyway. Security work, is everywhere, and Lily just picked up right where she left off.

The biggest difference was being able to see, touch, and be with her every single day. No hiding, no worrying about what anyone else thought. We were free to be us, unapologetically open, and after no time at all, wholeheartedly accepted.

“Morning.” Sasha snuggles into my naked chest, kissing me as she wakes up.

“Morning, Pretty Girl.”

I run my fingers through her hair, while her fingers draw circles on my skin. “We should do this more often.”

By this, she means a weekend away, for her and I to have seventy two hours of uninterrupted sex. Lily and Dakota are beautiful, but they are the biggest cockblockers known to man.

“Every part of my body hurts, but it’s definitely worth it.”

“You’ll have to tell me where hurts later on, but for now, I booked us a special breakfast thing. We have to be there in fifteen minutes. So, get your arse up, and let's go.”

While she’s in the shower, I call room service and they start preparing.

Exactly eleven minutes after she stepped in the shower, she’s wrapped in a white fluffy robe, shocked at the state of the room.

It’s filled with Brioche Cakes. Every single flavour from around the world, is in this room.

Right in the middle is her favourite and in the middle of that, is her engagement ring.

“Jay. What’s all this?”

“I know how much you love Brioche Cake, and they were offering an international tasting special.”

She’s peeking at every single cake in disbelief. “Why does that sound like the worst lie you’ve ever told?”

I laugh. “Probably because it is.”

She looks at me and then back at the cake.”Can I eat these?”

“Your favourite flavour is in the middle.” I point to it nonchalantly.

“Just don’t forget to give me the first taste.”

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