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There’s no way I’m gonna make him stay here if he won’t even eat anything. There’s no reason for it.

“I feel bad,” he says softly when we step off the elevator.

“Why?”

He sighs. “It was supposed to be a romantic dinner.”

Sliding my fingers through his, I step out of the building and head toward the fountains. I’m mostly going off memory, so I hope we don’t get lost.

“And now we can have a romantic walk and go look at the pretty water.”

Harlow shifts, pressing closer to me.

“You know,” I say softly. “Just because we’re married now doesn’t mean anything changes, right? We’re still us. Still Gray and Harlow.”

His lips quirk up. “I know.”

“Good. I’ve always been down to take any adventure with you, you know that. Even if that means plans change, or hell, we get married in Vegas. Any adventure with you is fun.”

We round the corner, and the fountains come into view.

Harlow gasps, his fingers tightening on mine. If I had known they would have caused a reaction like this, I would have brought him sooner.

The water is dancing in time with the music, lights reflecting off it. It really is beautiful.

We get closer, then Harlow leans into my side. I drop his hand and wrap my arm tightly around him. Snuggling into me, he sighs. “This is really nice. Much better than snails.”

A smile splits my lips, and I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his wild curls. Pulling away, Harlow looks up at me, the water and lights making his blue eyes glow.

I’m lost in that for a second. In his eyes. In how beautiful they are. How beautiful he is. And when he purses his lips and tilts his head back more, I don’t even pretend to hesitate.

Cupping his jaw, I lean down, sealing our lips together for a slow kiss.

I’m not ready for this to be over. None of it. This week has felt like hours, and if I know how time works, three months will feel like three days, and it’ll be time to give him up.

I already know it’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

Chapter 18

Harlow

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

Gray is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. His bedroom. My bedroom. Our bedroom. Our bedroom. Holy shit.

The first thing I did when we got back home was unpack all my things. I took them to the guest room at first, but Gray was having none of that, and honestly, thank God. I was a little worried that he hadn’t meant what he said in Vegas.

We’re both still wearing our rings, and I can’t keep myself from staring at them. My eyes stray in their direction all the time. Gray fell asleep on the plane, and the whole time I was just staring at his hand. Made me feel like a real creep, but hell, if you can’t admire your own husband’s wedding band, what can you do?

I shake my head. “No, I’m okay.”

Coming home meant coming back to all the shit I left behind. A whole life. A life that’s not mine anymore, but still. I need to get my shit from Josh’s house, and I need to get it now.

Putting it off isn’t going to do me any good at all. Even though the idea of seeing him face to face after everything kinda makes me feel all gross inside, I know I have to do it sooner rather than later.

There’s a lot of guilt there, which is fucking stupid since he left me at the altar, but then I ran off and got married, and well… I think I actually enjoy being married to Grayson more than I would have enjoyed being married to him.

And that’s the reason for the guilt.