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“Yeah. I mean, it’s weird that my brothers are together but also not. You guys seem to fit.”

“So, no more shitty comments or shady looks?”

“I can’t promise that completely. We are brothers, and we’re gonna argue. But I won’t try to make you feel awful anymore.” Reed says with a hopeful look.

“That’s fair.” Nicky smiles at him before turning to me. “Looks like I might need those listings a little closer than Tumbleton.”

My heart shoots up into my throat. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m saying I’m here to stay, dimples,” I scramble out of bed so fucking fast and launch myself at Nicky. Thank fuck he catches me. I wrap my legs around him and attack his mouth.

“So glad I get to witness this,” Reed deadpans, making us pull apart.

“Sorry, kid, you’ll get used to it.”

He rolls his eyes, amused.“Yeah yeah. I’m gonna head home. See you both at breakfast?”

“Yes, to breakfast, no to home. It’s 2 am. Crash in Nicky’s room. For tonight.” I look at Nicky. “Shit, is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, the bed has fresh sheets, so you’re good to go.”

I un-koala myself from Nicky and pull Reed into a hug. “Proud of you, kid.”

“Love you,” he says in a muffled voice. We break apart and he heads to the room next door with a wave.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re staying, Nipples,” I whisper when the lights are out and we are back, snuggled up in bed.

“Me too, Dimples.”

I feel him kiss my temple, and I can’t help the sigh that escapes me.

Nicky is staying.

Nicky still wants to be with me.

Nicky is mine.

Chapter fifteen

Nicky

“Is that a fucking fire alarm?” I mumble into Booker’s hair, and the deafening wails fill the room.

Booker makes some incoherent moaning as he wakes up. I look over at the clock on the nightstand. Five am. Fucking hell. Three hours of sleep.

“Seriously, Booker, I think there’s a fire. Or an intruder.”

That makes him snort. “No way someone is dumb enough to break into the Fallen Gargoyles MC clubhouse.”

“Have you not met people?” He looks like he's about to argue when he suddenly looks horrified and jumps out of bed.

“What’s wrong?” I say, scrabbling after him. Following his lead, I pull my pants on and a fresh shirt from his drawer without looking at it.

“That is the alarm for when someone goes missing.”

Fuck.

Booker puts his Fallen Gargoyles cut on over a green t-shirt and heads out the door, where we are met with a bleary-eyed Reed.

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