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“Nope, nope, nope.” Emmett clamps his hands over his ears dramatically. “Alexa, can I crash with you tonight?”

Alexa walks over and loops her arm over his shoulders. “You don’t want to hear their sweet lovemaking all night?”

He turns his head towards her. “How can I hate you and want to worship your body all at the same time?”

“And now I’m officially grossed out,” Dani gags.

“We’re all just one big incestuous family,” Emmett declares with a grin.

I furrow my brows. “How many times did Mom drop you on your head as a kid?”

“Anyway,” Alexa cuts in before this spirals further. “Let’s go. I made us reservations at C-Bass.”

Dani’s mouth drops. “How the hell did you get a table there? They book up like three months in advance.”

Alexa shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I know the manager. He owed me a favor.”

“Oh really?” Emmett waggles his eyebrows.

Alexa rolls her eyes. “I wish. He’s hot. But unfortunately, he doesn’t play for my team.”

Emmett straightens immediately. “You gonna introduce me?”

“Did I just talk my way out of a sure thing tonight?”

“La la la, I don’t want to hear this!” Dani slaps her hands over her ears, hiding against my chest.

“Not fun, is it?” Emmett teases, clearly enjoying himself way too much.

I just shake my head, sliding my arm around Dani’s waist. The warmth of her against my side grounds me in a way nothing else does.

“Come on,” I murmur, guiding her toward the door. “Before they start making actual plans.”

She laces her fingers through mine as we step outside. I squeeze her hand once, and she squeezes back.

Tonight already feels like it’s going to be one of those nights we always remember.

Chapter 25

Dani

Dinner was unreal. The seafood practically melted on my tongue, and the wine—probably more per glass than I spend on groceries in a week. I kept waiting for someone to drop off the bill with a heart-stopping total at the bottom, but thanks to Alexa’s mysterious manager friend, the entire thing was comped.

Said manager definitely left with Emmett’s number saved in his phone, and looking very happy about it.

Emmett, however, left with Alexa.

He has absolutely no shame. The two of them were flirting all night. Touching, whispering, disappearing for suspiciously long trips to the bar while the poor manager probably thought he was lining up a sure thing. The way Emmett and Alexa climbed into their rideshare together, hands all over each other and grinning like idiots? Yeah. I’m bracing myself for details tomorrow that I don’t want but will definitely get.

Gavin and I make our way into his house, and I drag my tired ass up the stairs. My feet are killing me. The shoes he loves so much were kicked off the second I slid into the car, but I’ve got other ideas for making it up to him.

When I step into his bedroom, I pause for a second, letting it sink in.

His bedroom.

Our bedroom?

I slip the straps of my dress down my shoulders and carefully hang it up on my side of the closet. Yes, my side. A few months ago, that would have terrified me. But I’ve been here almost every night.