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“I love you,” Harlow whispers against my lips. “Put my ring back on me.”

I almost forgot I still had it. He steps back, putting space between us. My fingers shake madly as I hold it, barely working as I slide it down Harlow’s outstretched finger.

The second it’s settled in its place, something settles inside of me. It’s different from before. It’s not a marriage in Vegas. It’s real. It’s a choice. A choice we both made with eyes wide open and clear heads.

I just stare at it for a second, my mind spinning, then I pull his hand to my lips and press a kiss to the cool metal. “God, Harlow, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Gray,” he whispers, his voice choked.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m serious. If I think about it too hard, I might cry.”

“You’re already crying,” Harlow says, a smile in his voice.

“Okay, rude.” I surge forward, wrapping him in my arms. His breath catches, his chest hitching against mine. “You didn’t have to call me out.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t give you at least a little shit?”

Husband. “My husband,” I whisper, the words disbelieving to my own ears.

Harlow hums. “Yes, your husband. Still Gray and Harlow. We’ve always been this, Gray. I just didn’t know.”

Well, that’s gonna make me cry again.

“Take me to bed, husband. I was up before the sun. I want to make you feel so good you forget anyone but me exists, and then we can nap until early afternoon.”

I hook an arm around his waist and lift him into my arms. His legs wrap around my hips, his arms around my neck.

Locking eyes with him, I smile. “No one ever has existed for me but you, baby.”

His face does something complicated, his nose wrinkling and his eyebrows pulling together. “I’ve told you I love you like a hundred times, and you haven’t said it back once.”

I frown, thinking back on our conversation. I haven’t, have I? Not once.

Drawing him to me, I press my lips to his, swallowing his soft moan. I take my time savoring him. His warmth in my arms, his lips on mine, his arms tightening around my neck, his chest rising and falling against me.

Breaking away with a sharp breath, I rest my forehead on his, closing my eyes. “I love you, Harlow. So fucking much. I’ve always loved you.”

I wait for the stab of hurt, the longing, the ache in my stomach. It never comes. Relief fills me, making my knees weak. I’ve never felt my love for Harlow without biting pain right on its heels.

For as long as I’ve loved him, loving him has hurt.

I didn’t know it could feel this way. This light. This warm. This comforting.

It’s everything. He’s everything.

He tilts his head, brushing his lips over mine. “I love you too, Gray.”

Chapter 28

Harlow

Gray’s mouth is all over me on the walk to the bedroom, or at least all the places he can reach.

He’s dusted kisses over all of my freckles, along my jaw, and down the side of my throat. I just keep shivering like the little cockslut I apparently am. I keep thinking I want to top him, and ugh, I so do, but then I feel his big-ass cock pressing into me, and it’s all over.

I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m not begging for it is because I know Gray won’t make me. He’s always given me what I want.

Because he loves me. Fuck, he loves me. And maybe even more fuck, I love him too.