Because Sugar & Spice wasn't just her grandmother's legacy anymore.
It was her story now.
Her home.
Her happiness.
And this time?
This time it was built on truth.
On trust.
On love that was strong enough to walk through fire.
Hannah opened the door, letting in the morning light and the waiting crowd and all the possibilities that stretched before them.
This was her happily ever after.
And it was just beginning.
Jake
Jake never believed in fate,but he damn sure believed in this. In her. In the way she fit against him, beneath him, around him, her body arching to meet every thrust like she was made for him.
Hannah gasped his name, fingers digging into his back, legs tight around his waist, holding him close—closer—like she needed him just as much as he needed her. And God, did he need her.
It wasn't just the sex. Wasn't just the heat and slick, the way she moaned when he hit just the right spot, the way her nails raked down his spine, sending fire through his veins. It was her. The way shelookedat him now. Without fear, without walls. The way shetrustedhim now.
No more secrets. No more lies.
He thrust deeper, a groan torn from his throat as her body clenched around him, hard and bare inside her. No barrier between them.
"Jake," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillows.
"Yeah, sweetheart," he rasped, his lips brushing her neck, her collarbone, the soft swell of her breast.
She was everything.
And he was about to spend the rest of his life proving it.
He buried his face against her throat, breathing her in.
Hannah whimpered as he rocked into her again, her body trembling beneath him.
Jake had been looking forward to proposing for weeks.
Every time he caught Hannah laughing in the bakery, or singing off-key in the car, or curled up against him at night, he thought about it. Thought about how she'd look with his ring on her finger. Thought about the moment she'd sayyesand he'd get to spend the rest of his life proving that he was exactly where he was supposed to be—with her.
He had it all planned.
But now, her body wrapped around his, her lips gasping his name, he realized something else.
They'd made a promise—no more lies, no more secrets.
And suddenly, this—this—felt like a secret.
So, as her body trembled beneath him, as he buried himself deeper inside her, he pressed his forehead to hers and murmured, "I have to tell you something."
