Page 124 of Third Time's A Charm


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Wyatt's hand strokes my hair gently as Wilder's fingers trace my spine. We lay there entwined, our hearts beating as one, the sound echoing in the silence.

Even though I'm sprawled across Emrys, with a tangle of limbs not all my own embracing me from all directions, I can't help but marvel at the absurdity and perfection of it all.

We're a mess of sweat-slicked skin and tangled sheets, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Just the mere thought of it all threatens to have laughter bubbling up inside me. It's ridiculous, this life we've stitched together. But, full of love and chaos and an unconventional harmony, it somehow works perfectly for us.

As the last echoes of pleasure fade, leaving behind a contented glow, I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the men I love pressed against me. Our breathing slows, falls into unison, and I close my eyes, committing this moment to memory. The joy, the satisfaction, the sheer rightness of it all–it's a testament to the unconventional path we've chosen, one that's led us here, to this snapshot of pure bliss.

"Love you guys," I murmur, and I feel the kisses they press to my forehead, my shoulder, my back–sealing the vow we've lived by all these years. We're in it together, through every challenge and every celebration.

"We love you too," they echo back, a trio of voices that are my favorite symphony.

And as I drift on the edge of sleep, surrounded by the men who've become my world, I think maybe, just maybe, we've gotten the fairytale ending that no one ever saw coming.

This is it–my wild, unconventional, utterly perfect ending.

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