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His hand settles over mine.

I close my eyes.

I have no idea what we're calling this yet.

I don't know what it looks like next week or next month or how it fits into everything else we already are.

For once, the unfinished edges don't bother me.

Maybe some things are better when you know where to stop.

I hold him.

And let the rest breathe.

Chapter twenty-three

New Proficiency

Cameron

Apparently, there is a specific kind of friendship where you can walk into someone's house one week before her wedding and say, Hi, thanks for dinner last month, can we see your sex dungeon?

Side quest accepted. Tour somebody else's sex dungeon. Apparently this is my life now.

I didn't know I needed that kind of friendship until Alexis opened the door and hugged me.

“Thank God,” she says.

I laugh as I hug her back. “That's a weird response to seeing me.”

“You're a distraction.”

“Aw. Friendship.”

“Do you know how many people have asked me a question about wedding things in the last forty-eight hours?”

Behind her, Carter calls from somewhere inside the house, “At least twelve.”

Alexis closes her eyes.

“Thirteen, apparently.”

Ronan steps in behind me, Micah following him.

“Should we leave?” Micah asks.

“No.” Alexis immediately catches my wrist and pulls me farther inside. “Absolutely not. You're all staying until I remember there are things in my life that don't involve dresses, seating charts, or whether ivory and cream are actually different colors.”

“They are,” Carter says as he appears from the kitchen.

Alexis points at him. “You are not helping.”

He grins and kisses her temple as he passes.

The house feels different than it did when all eleven of us were here. Quieter, obviously, although with this many people living here, quiet is relative.

Jeremiah comes down the stairs a minute later.