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Under one arm, I saw Sam peeking in, looking comically like Dobby cowering behind Lucius Malfoy.
“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
“There’s only one other person who I’d even slightly trust driving my car.” He raised an eyebrow and turned to lock eyes with me. All the air left my body. “Me?”
“Are you mine?” I asked as I wiped my tears. He kissed the corners of my mouth softly, and I felt heat rise up my neck. “Always have been,” he whispered against my mouth.
“So, is the dress for him? Or me?” he teased, crossing to my yard.
I held Madoc by the inside of his elbow and held Jared closer to me by the bicep. While a month ago I never would’ve thought I’d be here with these two, I felt at ease. “Totally. This is the start of a great friendship.” I jostled Madoc’s arm playfully. “It could be the start of a great porno, too,” Madoc deadpanned, breaking into laughter. “Son of a bitch! You’re going to get it tonight,” Jared threatened, and I shook my head laughing.
