“I have a gift for the bride. That needed to be delivered personally.” He grunts, coming to a stop when he’s in front of me. Peering down at me with a smile in his eyes. My eyebrow lifts. “Can you stop buying me shit, please?” “Stop being easy to buy for and I’ll think about it.” He mutters, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead before producing a black box from his pocket. Despite my fear of tomorrow, I let myself have this moment with him. Unsure of how many more I may get. Knowing in my heart that I’d do something foolish if it meant he was safe. Even if it made him hate me.
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