Page 151 of Allegiant

Apparently this is the woman he took cooking classes for all those years ago, the one he spoke about when he talked about his broken heart. I had no idea this was the case, but there’s a story there; one none of us really know yet, but one I will get out of Larry one day.

Maybe I’ll make him some weed brownies and coax it out of him.

But anyway, Larry being here cemented this place as my home. I can still go and bug him as often as I like—though I always make sure to knock first; he and Dotty are far from discreet—and he gets to see me. I know he loves me really.

Even if he still insists he doesn’t.

Nugget is living his best life here, too. He has more shoes to chew than he knows what to do with, and a plethora of people ready to take him for walks and give him cuddles, though I make sure to spend a few hours a day with him on my lap, just so he remembers who loved him first.

Between all of that, being with Samson, and my work at Rhythm, I feel like my heart is full to bursting. I’ve never been so happy.

Or so in love.

Samson kisses under my ear. “So, you really like it?”

“I do. It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so, and I was talking to Wylder earlier, and I think…” His words trail off, and he wets his lips. “I think I’d like to set up some kind of scholarship for kids who want to dance but can’t afford it.”

My chest pinches. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You can use all that money you have for something good, for something your mom would be proud of.”

He glances away and blinks wildly, swiping at his right eye before stiffening his shoulders. “Yeah, she would, wouldn’t she?”

“She would. No matter how much your dad tried to break you, you came out perfect.”

“Dunno about that, but I’m glad you think so.”

I do. I do think so. But I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips. “Let me know how I can help with this dream of yours. I want to be a part of it, if you want me to.”

“Course I fucking do. I want you to be part of everything I do.”

“Good.”

I press another kiss to his lips and then meet his adoring gaze. I’m so glad things are repaired between us, that I never gave up, that I can move forward in life with him by my side.

“Well, it seems there’s only one more thing that needs to be done.”

He stiffens. “What? Tell me. I can have the contractor over here in five minutes.”

I whirl to face him, my hand sliding between us. I grin as I palm his cock. “I don’t think we need his help for what I have in mind. Unless you want to share.”

He thrusts his hips forward, and I bite my bottom lip.

“I don’t fucking share. Not my game pieces or you.”

“Good. Now undress.”

He’s naked in a matter of seconds, his cock straining from his body.

“Touch yourself,” I say, and I watch as he cups his hard length and starts to stroke it, watching as I slowly remove my clothes, piece by piece, until I’m just as naked as he is.

Then I move up to him, our bodies flush with one another, moving slowly in a sensual dance. It’s cool inside the studio, but our warm bodies are creating the most wonderful heat. I want more.

I want it all.