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But his weight is a comfort.
His presence is a balm.
His hand finds mine and laces our fingers together like he can’t stand the idea of even that small space between us.
And I swear to God, I feel it.
That golden magic?
It doesn’t vanish.
It roots.
Wrapping around my soul like vines climbing toward the sun.
Tethering me to him in a way that no vow, no signature, no ceremony ever could.
My heart’s still racing, my body boneless and aching in the best possible way, and yet all I want is more.
More of this.
More of him.
The rhythm of us beats inside me, soft and steady.
“I feel it,” he whispers against my temple, voice hoarse and full of wonder. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
I nod, tears prickling my eyes.
“It’s like your soul just wrapped around mine.”
He pulls back, eyes glowing gold in the dark.
“No, Pretty Girl. It’s not just mine anymore.”
And it hits me like lightning.
It’s ours.
The rhythm of us. Forever.
Chapter 21
Dane
Trying to work while sharing a roof with my now very claimed mate?
Still impossible.
But in the best fucking way.
The last few weeks? Complete and total bliss.
The kind that sneaks up on a man who never thought he deserved it.
The kind that wraps itself around your spine and settles in your chest like a second heartbeat.
Yeah, I’m still rereading the same damn contract paragraph for the twelfth time.
