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I nodded. “It is. They always see the bright side of things and make you smile even when you don’t want to. Someone to make you realize that not everyone in this world is terrible.”
Kit picked at a thread on his jeans. “You’re really going to marry Jones, huh? You’re all head-over-heels for him or some shit like that.”
“I love Jones. He’s it for me. I knew it the moment I met him that no one else would ever do. He was sweet, innocent, and kind. He made me want to be a better person. I tried, fucked it up, and I’m ready to right all my wrongs with him now. Jones is willing to forgive me so we can try again. I won’t let him down. Not this time.” I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
Kit snorted and shook his head. “Yeah, well, I doubt that Ollie will make me a better person, but he is kind of awesome.” His lips turned up slightly. “If you tell anyone that I said, I’ll slit your throat while you’re sleeping.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
I wanted to ask so many questions right now. Like how the two of them even got together in the first place, but it wasn’t the right time to do that. Then Jones threw himself at me, and all of that was forgotten. He peppered kisses againstmy lips, nose, and cheeks as I roared with laughter. This is what home felt like.
Jones smiled at me, his eyes dancing with happiness. “Found you.”
“Yeah, you did, Bashful.” I kissed him properly this time, my tongue slipping between the seams of his lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him against me.
Ollie was watching Kit with uncertainty. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Kit climbed to his feet and made a motion for Ollie to sit down. When he did, Kit climbed up into his lap and buried his face into the crook of Ollie’s neck. Right out in the open for everyone to see. Imagine that.
Ollie’s eyes went wide, then he held Kit tightly against his chest. Like maybe he was afraid that Kit would realize what he was doing and change his mind or freak out. Ollie gave me a quick smile when he noticed I was watching, then pressed his nose into Kit’s dark hair. I wasn’t the romantic Jones was, but I couldn’t help but want to root for them.
“Did you two talk?” Jones whispered into my ear. When I nodded, he hummed happily. “Are you besties now?”
Kit coughed loudly. “Are we going to that funhouse or what?”
When I met his gaze, he gave me a curt nod.
“Yes, please. Can we?” Jones clapped his hands happily as he looked between the three of us. “Please, please, please, Charlie! I want to take pictures inside with you.”
I would never say no to him. Not ever again. “I’d love that, Jonesy.”
He beamed as he climbed to his feet and reached for my hand when I joined him. “You two are coming, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Kit feigned annoyance, but I saw the way he looked up at Ollie. The shine that hit his eyes, and it wasn’t tears. It was much more than that. “Come on, Ols.” He got to his feet.
Ollie frowned. “We don’t have to. You didn’t seem that excited about it before. I know it’s not really your thing.”
“I will literally do anything you want me to,” Kit confessed, and his ears burned pink. “Do you want to go check out the funhouse with me?”
Ollie nodded. “I do, yes.”
“Then let’s fucking go.” Kit grunted, and then surprised me even more when he grabbed Ollie’s hand to drag him away.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jones
My stomach hurt from all the food I had eaten. Who knew my limit on cotton candy was three? My face was sore from laughing and smiling. Going out with Ollie, Kit, and Charlie had been so much fun. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to spend every single day laughing and kissing Charlie until I couldn’t anymore. And then, in the afterlife, I would find him so I could do it again. Was that creepy or romantic? I wasn’t sure.
“You awake, Jones?” Charlie squeezed my knee as he pulled my car into the driveway. He had insisted on driving back to the house, and I was grateful. I wasn’t sure I would have kept the car on the road.
I yawned. “Yeah.”
My lids were so heavy, but I wanted to have Charlie inside of me again. To feel him as he made love to me. Stretched me wide and came inside of me. Filled me with his release. My penis twitched at the thought.
“Sure looks like it.” He chuckled softly. “Come on, Bashful. Let’s get you inside.”
I nodded, then heard the car door open and close. Charlie unhooked my seatbelt and lifted me into his arms. “What are you doing?”
