My eyes burned. My hands trembled where they held him. “It’s crazy,” I whispered. “Isn’t it? It’s too soon?—”
“Maybe,” he cut in gently. “Maybe for anyone else. But you and me, pet? When have we ever given a fuck about what makes sense? When have rules ever meant anything to us?”
My grip tightened on his hair, my heart racing like it already knew what it wanted.
“What do you say?” His eyes were bright and earnest as they looked up at me. “Let’s love the fuck out of each other.”
A wet laugh escaped me as I nodded. “Yes,” I breathed. “I’ll marry you, Sebastian.”
His grin was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
And I met it with one of my own. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ETHAN
“Iknow it’s here somewhere,” I muttered, digging through the pile of clothes on my side of the closet floor.
“It’s fucking hilarious, looking at this,” Henry said from the doorway of the walk-in, arms crossed as he surveyed the chaos.
I pulled out a couple of shirts, huffed, then yanked open a drawer. A flash of green caught my eye, and I snatched it up triumphantly. “Aha. Knew it was in here.”
“I cannot believe Ash is okay with this.” Henry let out a short laugh. “I wasn’t allowed anywhere near his closet when we were kids.”
“You never borrowed his clothes?” I draped the scarf over my shoulders and reached for a coat on the rack. “That’s such a waste. I would’ve stolen half of it.”
“No, he let me wear anything I wanted. He just never let me inside.” Henry pushed off the doorframe and stepped in, still looking around. “He’d handpick outfits for me because if I moved one shirt an inch out of formation, life as we knew it would end.” He paused, taking in the current state of affairs. “Clearly, you have a special permit.”
I rolled my eyes. “First of all, I am trying to be more organized. And second, every few days he dives in here for an hour and re-sorts all of it. He loves it. Color-codes and everything.” I slid open the sock drawer and gestured inside. “See?”
Henry snorted and shook his head, already turning away.
I followed him, looping the scarf more securely around my neck as we headed for the door. “He hasn’t complained once.” A small pinch of insecurity slipped in.”Do you think it really bothers him?”
Living together so far had been… perfect. Sebastian had kept his promise about spoiling me—and not just in bed. He was present. Attentive.
I loved our routine. Breakfast together every day. Him helping me with coursework at night. Talking in bed about work because we bothgot it—because we both craved the high of problem-solving and basked in the admiration that followed when we nailed it.
I fucking loved it.
And I loved that it was forever too.
My thumb brushed over the band on my finger, and a smile tugged at my lips. It had only been two days, but my stomach flipped every time I remembered we were engaged now.
Only the people closest to us knew—Oliver, Henry, and Charlotte, obviously. But then also Aria, Elena, Vanessa, and Maya. Every couple of hours, Sebastian would casually mention someone else who knew, and my heart would stutter all over again. I knew we had to be careful, but, fuck, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
I was going tomarrySebastian Langley.
Sebastian Langley was going to bemy husband. Permanently, irrevocably, and one hundred percent mine.
“I don’t think there’s anything you do that actually bothers Ash,” Henry said, grabbing his coat from the couch. “Even when you’re being a complete pain in the ass, he still finds it endearing. It’s honestly disturbing.”
“That’s because I give incredible h?—”
“Stop.” He held up a hand. “We’ve never tried this before, but I think we need boundaries. Can we do boundaries?”
“Henry—Mr. I-love-to-toe-on-the-line-of-improprietyLangley—wants to have a chat about boundaries?”
