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Ivy stares at us, like she’s trying to figure out if we’re real. Then she laughs, and it’s the best sound I’ve heard in days.

“We’ve never had anything serious before,” Holt adds. “And yeah, maybe we don’t know exactly what we’re doing. But we know we want to do it with you.”

She swallows, her fingers trembling around her mug. “You mean that?”

I lift her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Every word.”

For a long second, she doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. Then, slowly, she exhales, her body sagging like she’s been carrying the weight of the world and finally set it down.

I don’t know if this is a yes. But I know it’s not a no.

She shakes her head, dimples deepening. “I want you, too.”

I feel like I’m floating, like the world could end right now and I’d die a happy man. Holt whoops and pulls her into his arms.

Chapter 39

Ivy

Ibury my face against Holt’s neck, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathe him in. He smells like soap and comfort and everything I never let myself admit I wanted. I hold him tighter, feeling his pulse strong and steady against my cheek.

Wyatt wraps himself around my back, solid and warm, his breath ghosting against the side of my neck. I shiver, but not from the cold.

This…this feels right.

I can’t believe they’re here.

I ran. I left them. And they still came after me.

Not just to drag me back—but to give me a choice. To tell me if I really want to go, they’ll come with me.

My throat tightens.

No one has ever fought for me like this. No one has ever looked at me the way they do, like I’m something worth holding on to.

Holt’s words echo in my head.Let us love you.

Do they?—?

My heart stutters. Because I think—Iknow—I love them.

It shouldn’t be possible. Not this fast, not after everything. But I feel it, deep in my bones. Holt tilts his head against mine,his lips brushing my hair like he can’t help it. Wyatt tightens his hold, like he’s afraid I’ll slip through his fingers.

I belong to them.

They belong to me.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers twisting in Holt’s shirt. “You really mean it?”

Holt’s grip tightens. “Every word.”

I swallow hard and turn my head slightly, just enough to catch Wyatt’s gaze. “Even the part about leaving?”

His jaw flexes, but he nods. “If you need to go, we’ll go.”

God.

They’d really do it.

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