Just us.
“We fought,” he says softly into my hair.
“We won,” I reply.
He shifts slightly so he can look at me, his thumb brushing my jaw.
“I don’t ever want to go back to the version of me that would’ve let you walk away,” he says.
“You won’t,” I whisper. “Because I won’t let you.”
He smiles slow and sure.
“I’m going to marry you someday,” he says casually, like he’s commenting on the weather.
My breath catches.
“Is that right?” I tease.
“Yeah,” he says, kissing my forehead. “And when we do, it won’t be a secret.”
I laugh softly, pressing my lips to his chest.
“I’d expect nothing less.”
He tightens his arms around me.
Outside, the city hums quietly.
Inside, everything feels still.
Safe.
Certain.
I almost lost this.
We both did.
But love isn’t about perfection.
It’s about fighting.
And tonight, wrapped in his arms, heart steady against his, I know without a doubt we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.
EPILOGUE
Wild
One year later
The roar of the crowd is deafening.
Diamond League Series.
Game seven.
Bottom of the ninth.
