This was ours.
“Only sunlight from now on,” he whispered into my temple.
I closed my eyes, pressed closer to him, and let myself feel it.
Only sunlight.
After all the chaos finally quieted—after the messages, the calls, the congratulations from the people we loved—it was just the two of us again, back in our apartment.
Sebastian sat beside me on the couch, our hands laced together, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin. He looked at me with that soft, perfectly fond smile that still made my chest ache.
So I took a picture of him.
And tagged him, just like he had done to me. Right below it, I laid down the words I’d been fighting a lifetime to set free. I didn’t have to pretend anymore. This was it.
Mine. For-fucking-ever.
EPILOGUE
ASH
One year later…
“Are you about done?” Henry poked his head through the door.
Oliver stood in front of me, hands on the knot of my tie, making sure it was just right. “Just about.” His dark brown eyes checked his work for a second before he smiled up at me.
“I’ll be right back,” Henry said, closing the door again. He’d been running around all morning, bouncing between me and Ethan and everything else he was supposed to be in charge of. His real job today was to relax and be with us, but Henry wasn’t built for giving up control when it came to big events.
And this was about as big as it got.
There were over three hundred people attending. I still wasn’t sure how he’d pulled that off, considering I wasn’t exactly known for having close friends. But between Langley family obligations, our shared social circle, and business connections, we’d actually had to cut the list down.
We’d asked for this, though. We wanted today to be something people talked about. Something they looked forward to. Hell, Henry had even arranged for press coverage, because we’d wanted that too. Public, but on our terms. Exactly how we liked it.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Oliver muttered as I slipped on my jacket.
“So little faith,” I said, running my fingers through my hair, careful not to mess anything up as the sound of liquid being poured into a glass filled the room.
“No, I mean—I knew it would happen. It’s just… strange to match the you standing here now with the you from five years ago.”
“With Sebastian Langley, the CEO?”
He smirked as he handed me the glass. “With Sebastian Langley, the chain-smoking playboy who swore he was never going to settle down.”
I chuckled. “If you remember correctly, I said I would. Just not necessarily with the person of your choosing.”
Oliver smiled at me, soft and fond. “I couldn’t be happier about the person you chose.”
That warmed something in me, but I couldn’t resist the jibe. “Five years ago, you had a different opinion.”
“Absolutely no one could have predicted this.” He raised his drink. “But we can toast to a reckless plan working out in your favor.”
I clinked his glass.
The door burst open again, and Henry frowned at the sight of us. “Hey. No celebrating without me. New rule—all toasts include the three of us.”
“Everything okay?” I asked.
