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Sierra: Nick, you need to zoom to even see him.

Sierra: He’s so far away from me.

Nick: Don’t play with me right now, Sierra.

Sierra: I didn’t know he was there. I didn’t see him all night.

Nick: Doesn’t mean I’m okay with him breathing the same air as you.

Sierra: Now you know how I felt when I saw your photo.

There’s a long pause. And I think maybe he doesn’t have anything else to say. But then…

Nick: I hate this distance.

Nick: I want you, baby. All the damn time.

Sierra: I know. I do too.

Sierra: And you’ve already got me.

Nick: I love you with all my fucking heart, Ser.

Nick: Please, don’t doubt me. Ever.

Sierra: I love you too, Nickolas.

Nick: You looked sexy as fuck last night, by the way.

Sierra: HAHAHA. Thank you.

Nick: You’re not allowed to wear something like that again if you’re out without me.

Sierra: You can’t be serious.

Sierra: I can wear whatever I want, Nick.

Nick: Dead serious.

Nick: You can wear whatever you want only when you’re with me.

Sierra: You’re crazy. And delusional.

Nick: Crazy about you, baby.

I exit the chat and toss the phone over the pillows, grinning like a schoolgirl with her first crush. And somehow, that’s also true. Because my first fucking crush is Nickolas Hardy—my future husband.

My cheeks are sore from smiling, and I bury my face in the pillow, chuckling like a teenager. This man has me losing my mind. In the best way.

“Hey, girls. You up?” I hear from my living room. “Kai is making pancakes.”

“OMG. I can’t even open my eyes,” Thalia mutters, voice thick with sleep. “Coming,” she suddenly yells, stretching under the covers like a lazy cat.

“I thought you couldn’t keep your eyes open,” I tease, laughing.

“I’ll never refuse pancakes, Ser.” She smirks, rolling onto her side. “Not to mention the men waiting for us in your kitchen.”

“The men or the man? As in Ethan?” I ask, raising my brows playfully.