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“I shouldn’t have left you alone in the garage, but I had no idea he’d be so bold as to come there,” he says.

“Don’t be like that. It all worked out. I was safe. I’m not hurt.”

Dean’s hands thread through my hair and pull me closer to him, his lips brushing against mine.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“When I saw him standing there, looking like he wanted to tear you apart, my heart stopped.”

“He didn’t get a chance.”

“No, he didn’t,” he says with a small laugh. “Fucking Bane.”

“Our hero.”

“We’ll send him a Christmas card,” I say before Dean sweeps his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. His hands travel down my back to my ass, pulling my dress up and exposing me to him. I’m still sore, but fuck, I could go again.

I so could.

“You want me?” I ask Dean as he tugs my panties down, his fingers grabbing onto my ass roughly.

“I always want you,” he whispers, kissing me again. Deeply. Like he loves me. Like he can’t get enough.

And I feel the same.

When I sink down on him minutes later, watching his eyelids flutter as I ride him, I know that this is the man I’m going to marry. It’s no longer a dream, it’s reality.

Dean is my future.

My dreams came true.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DEAN

We never heard from Nick again. No clue what Bane did with him, but I refuse to ask. I don’t fucking care. And honestly, I’m pretty sure he won’t be missed by anyone. If anything does come back to us, Anthony will resolve it.

He owes me that much.

But I’ve heard nothing, and our lives have gone back to normal.

Better than normal. It’s exciting, new, and addicting. There’s always something new to explore with Avery each day.

“Oh, I can’t wait for you to meet her,” Avery says, bouncing in his seat. “I’m so glad she was able to evade my parents. God, they’re such assholes. I’m serious. They ruin everything.”

“They are shits. Never want to meet them. When we get married, we won’t invite them to the wedding,” I murmur, my hands twisting on the steering wheel. When Avery doesn’t respond, I turn to look at him.

“What?” I ask, concerned I’ve offended him.

“You just said‘when we get married’,” Avery says.

“Yeah,” I reply and then eye him. “Is that not something you’re interested in?”

His mouth opens and then closes. “Dean, is this a proposal? Jesus, you have to give a gay boy some warning. I’m not dressed right. I didn’t even do my hair.”

“You look fucking pretty,” I reply, taking in his pink lips, the mascara on his long lashes, and the cute skirt and top he’s wearing. I want the wind from the ocean to blow that skirt right up so I can sneak a peek at his panties.

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