Page 95 of Devil's Riff
He tilts my chin up with a gentle fingertip. “You know I want you here for all of it. You’re like a warm sweater I never want to take off.” Emotion swells through my whole body. He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “We’re not hiding. Not running. Not pretending. We’re doing this.”
I smile into his skin. “Together.”
“Yeah,” he whispers. “Together.”
A soft breeze rustles the trees outside his window. Somewhere in the distance, a train horn echoes. Life moves. Shifts. Begins again. And in this small, quiet house outside Chicago, with Dean’s heartbeat steady against my cheek, I realize something simple and true, wherever we go next, whatever the band writes, whatever storms come, we’ll face them side by side.
Because we’re choosing each other. And just like that, the future settles into place and the next chapter begins.
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The End…. At least for now!
