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It’s always going to be Jesse and Leo. No matter what life throws our way, you will always find us together.

Trying.

Fighting.

Loving.

“Leo,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it, baby. No hands. Come for me.”

The tidal wave hits me without warning, cum spilling all over the blanket. My breath is ragged, my body twitching, as I feel Leo slip out and come all over my ass.

I’m shattered in the best possible way, on the floor of the house I share with my husband, as he rubs his cum into my skin, marking me.

“Leo,” I breathe out, the words just not enough.

He presses his lips to the middle of my shoulder. “I know, baby. I know.”

This is it. This is life. And there isn’t a single place I’d rather be.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

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NOW

Leoand I are lying on the couch together, arms and legs wrapped around one another, watching, but not really watching, some Netflix documentary about long-lost triplets in the background.

We do this a lot.

Not the documentary watching part, but the sitting and holding and touching. There is something extra special about being in one another’s presence and having the freedom to kiss and talk with your loved one.

It’s something people always say they took for granted when they specifically spoke about death. How heartbreaking it was to know it was the last time you said “I love you,” or how you didn’t know it was the last time you made love to your partner.

But nobody ever tells you about having those exact same moments when you’re alive. How one moment you’re laughing and the next your whole world burns to the ground around you.

I didn’t know it would be almost a year before I would touch my husband again. I didn’t know it would be a year without me telling him I loved him. A year without holding him, tasting him,beingwith him.

Nobody ever prepares you for that.

So now we love with purpose. When the cold and lonely nights come, because they will and they do, we are warmed by the memories of better times. Knowing that they exist and, just like the hard times, they will come back around too.

“Marry me,” I whisper into his hair.

“We’re already married, baby.”

It’s the same question with a new response. It’s our latest tradition after our worst season.

My lips find their way to his neck and I move them up and down as I grind myself against him. His arm stretches back, his hand about to slip between my sweats and my underwear, when the front door swings open and Raine storms in with Zara hot on her heels.

“Okay, well that’s not happening,” Leo murmurs as he quickly reaches for a throw pillow to cover the tent in his pants. I jokingly press mine into his ass, letting him know I’m glad he’s hiding my erection, and he grits out, “Stop it. Now.”

It’s been a long time since Zara and Raine felt comfortable enough to visit our house and come through our door unannounced. Despite their bad timing tonight, I will never not love the freedom they feel to come and go as they please.

Their presence here lately is our reminder that the heavy weight has lifted and our storm has finally rolled on through.

“Well, we’re here,” Zara says to Raine. “You may as well tell them both now since we’re all together.”

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