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“Even then,” I reply as I kiss his cheek. “I have been in love with you for so long, I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.”

“You better not,” he grumbles as he turns and kisses me. “Because I’m not letting you go ever again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He nods. “We wasted so much time, but we won’t waste any more. We got everything we wanted, Fox, so now let’s just enjoy it.” He kisses me softly, and I can’t resist kissing him back.

When we rejoin the table, Dash, Strike, and Po look at us knowingly, and I simply smile as I sink into my seat, tugging Ry until he’s sprawled over my lap. “I couldn’t find the bathroom,” I tease.

“Sure,” Strike scoffs. “The walls aren’t soundproof.”

“Which reminds me, Po, we need soundproofing. Ry is loud,” Dash says seriously.

Groaning, Ry hides his face in my neck as I chuckle, rubbing his back as I grin at my friends.

I’ve never been happier.

I have everything I ever wanted and couldn’t even dare to imagine.

A family.

A dream.

A love that will never break.

Even if the world tries to tear me down, I have everything I need to fight it because no one can do it alone, and I won’t have to ever again.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Months later . . .

Life is good. Our label supported us and got us back on tour with Dead Ringers—once Beck Danvers was ready, of course—and due to them and our increasing popularity, more dates were added, which sold out instantly. I know it isn’t just for us, but for Dead Ringers as well, yet the love we see every night when performing on stage is like no other.

We are living our dream.

I won’t say it’s domestic bliss, since Fox and I still argue, but now it ends in us fucking and making up. Dash and Strike are still idiots, but we love them. We’ve never been closer, and we have so many plans for when this tour is over, the world won’t know what hit them.

Grunting, I press harder, my back aching from the position, my arms quivering as Fox groans next to me.

“Oh hell no, not again!” Strike yells as he heads up the bus steps. I lift my head, tilting it curiously as Strike and Dash stare at us. “Shit, I thought you were fucking because of the noises.Remember when we talked about putting a sock on the door? I thought you forgot.”

“We’re cleaning.” I frown as I look at Fox. “Wait, it sounded like we were fucking?”

“Yes!” they yell as my cheeks heat, and I wonder who else passed by and thought we were having sex.

Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been caught and definitely not the last. Despite being together nearly six months now, Fox and I can’t keep our hands off each other, on and off stage.

Dropping his cloth, Fox wiggles his eyebrows at me. “You know, if they all think we’re fucking, then we shouldn’t let them down.”

Smirking, I dive at him as Dash and Strike toss something at our backs, their denials fading as I fall into Fox’s eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers as he hauls me closer. “Let me show you how much.”

This time, our moans are from fucking.

I can’t even believe it’s the last show of the tour. It has gone so quickly, but we will remember it forever. We found ourselves out on stage, and we are never turning back. We might be here only to support Dead Ringers, but along the way, we found love, friendship, and loyal fans who will never leave us.

After Dead Ringers performs, they bring us back on stage, something we didn’t plan. Luckily, we are all still dressed, and we hurry down the extended stage. Trav slings his arm around Dash, while Strike clings to Chase. Beck holds Kolt’s hand and takes mine, while I keep Fox’s, and we bow to the crowd. Theyscream loudly, and we wave and bow again as Beck takes the microphone.

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