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“Not yet,” I whispered, reaching for my wallet on the nightstand. My hands shook as I retrieved the condom, but Savvy’s touch steadied me as she helped roll it on.

When I pushed into her, we both gasped, the sensation knocking the breath from my lungs. I had to pause, overwhelmed by how perfectly we fit together.

“Move,” she begged, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I moved slowly at first, savoring each moment of connection. My forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in as our eyes locked. Everything I couldn’t say poured into each tender touch—every regret, every promise, every moment I’d missed her.

“You’re everything,” I whispered, meaning it with every fiber of my being. Her hands traced patterns onmy back as we found our rhythm together, rediscovering the perfect synchronization we’d once known so well.

“Henry,” she gasped, her voice cracking. The sound of it—raw and unguarded—nearly undid me. Years of longing, regret, and missing her all came crashing into this moment of reconnection.

When she came apart beneath me, I followed right after, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. For several heartbeats, we just held each other.

I gathered her close, pressing soft kisses to her temple, her cheeks, anywhere I could reach. She curled into me the way she used to, fitting perfectly against my side.

“Stay,” she whispered against my chest, vulnerability threading through her voice.

I tightened my arms around her. “You couldn’t drag me away if you tried,” I murmured into her hair. “This is our beginning. The start of forever.” She stiffened against me, and my heart stuttered.

“Henry...” She took a shaky breath. “Can we just ... take it one day at a time?”

The hesitation in her voice cut deep, but I understood. I’d earned her wariness, her reluctance to trust in me forever again. “Of course,” I said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Whatever you need.”

She relaxed, curling back into me. Soon, her breathing evened out, but sleep eluded me. I lay awake, watching moonlight paint shadows across her peaceful face, wondering if she regretted our actions.

I didn’t. I couldn’t. Having her in my arms again was like coming home after years of wandering. The woman beside me wasn’t the girl I’d left behind. She was stronger, more complex, and somehow even more beautiful for having been broken and rebuilt.

Tomorrow would bring its own challenges. We still had my father to face, years of hurt to heal, trust to rebuild. She might need time—might always keep one foot ready to run—but I would spend every day proving myself worthy of her trust.

Because Savvy Honeysucker wasn’t just the woman I loved—she was everything. And even if she weren’t ready to believe in forever, I would wait. I would show her, day by day, that this time was different.

This time, I was here to stay.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Savvy

Dawn crept through my bedroom window, painting everything in shades of rose and gold, including Henry Kingston's sleeping form beside me.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I eased out of bed, careful not to wake him, and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My hands shook as I typed:

Me

911. Timeless Treats. NOW.

Ivy responded instantly:

OMG, what happened??

Maddy

On my way. Do we need weapons?

Me

Just caffeine andcarbs. Code Henry.

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