Page 141 of Lies Like Love

Leaning in, I take her lips. Holding her face in my hands and knowing I’m never going to let her go. Kissing her with my entire heart.

“There’s time for that later.” I smirk, backing up before I fuck her against the wall when she needs to be getting ready. “One hour.”

Fel nods, trying to bury her smile but failing as a knock comes at the front door.

I leave Fel to get ready and walk over to it. Swinging it open, I’m met with Maren’s annoyed expression skimming me head to toe, unimpressed as ever. Echo is standing at her side, popping her gum. And they’re both wearing matching pale green dresses.

“She’s in our room.” I tell them as I brush past.

“So she’s onboard?” Maren asks, unable to help herself.

As if there was a chance she wouldn’t have been?

Fel and I were meant to be together since the moment we met. Something I’ve known in the marrow of my bones from the first moment I saw her. There’s no reality in which she would have turned me down.

Fate.

It’s how our story was always written.

“Of course.” I shake my head and ignore Maren’s prying eyes as she closes the door behind me.

I make my way across the hall to Crew’s apartment. For how frequently he crashes on the couch at the shop, or at my place with Sage, I had no idea he actually had such a nice home. His gritty demeanor makes it easy to forget he actually comes from money like me.

Hence the expensive apartment he’s been hiding from everyone in one of the nicer neighborhoods. It was dumb luck I even found out about it when I was searching for a place to buy for me and Fel.

No hiding it now that we’re neighbors.

It only takes one knock for Sage to open the door. And when he does, my gaze drops to the blood on his dress shirt.

“What the fuck happened?”

Sage shakes his head. “Echo punched Crew.”

“Wait, what.”

I just saw her a second ago, and she seemed perfectly collected, popping her gum and looking cheery as always.

Following Sage into the apartment, I’m sure I heard him wrong. But as we turn the corner into the kitchen, Crew’s standing in the center, shirtless, with ice on his nose.

And the sick fucker is smiling.

“What did you do to piss off Echo?” The last thing I need is these dicks ruining my wedding.

“Nothing.” Crew smirks, releasing a dark chuckle.

Sage tosses a blood covered rag in the trash can. “Don’t bother. He’s not saying shit, and neither is she. All I know is she and Maren showed up, and I left them alone for one fucking minute. Next thing you know, she broke his nose.”

“That’s not actually what happened.” Crew tosses the ice into the sink, and his eye sockets are already darkening.

“Then what did?”

But Crew doesn’t say another word. He just stands there with his fingers gripping the counter on either side of him, replaying something in his head like I’ve seen him do in the locker room before a fight.

“Crew?” Sage pushes, not taking the hint because he can’t help but act like the big brother to all of us.

“It’s between me and her,” Crew says finally, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door.

“He’s such a fucking mess, just ignore him.” Sage strips off his shirt and trades it for a freshly pressed black one, before handing me the bag with my suit. “So this shit’s really happening, huh?”

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