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“Aki?”

His lovely eyes locked onto me.

“I love you.”

“Right back at ya.”

“And we’ll be husbands soon.”

He smiled.

“Do you still want to go ahead with it?” I asked.

He cocked a severe eyebrow my way. “Really? Yes, Gabriel Dawson. On night seven of this Cherry Moon, we’re sealing the deal.”

Butterflies rejoiced in my belly, a heavenly mental fuzziness wanting to carry me off to a happy cloud somewhere.

“Great news,” I managed to say.

Then it was his turn to lick his lips in that seductive way I liked. It always came with a promise of delicious things to come.

“If we weren’t in such a state,” he said, “I’d come over there and ride you into next week.”

My cock instantly inflated. “You can try.”

“Wedding night, you bad man. It’ll give him,” he pointed at the bump in my sweatpants, “something to leak over.”

I laughed. Leak? What a way with words my beloved had.

PART 3

YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING

CHAPTER TWENTY

AKIRA

Night five of the Cherry Moon, the lunar rays on their way to ruby land.

Let the baking commence.

Activate pop tune playlist.

Get the ingredients going for a bangin’ cherry bakewell wedding cake.

Butter.

Golden caster sugar.

Ground almonds and a dash of almond extract.

Gotta have the self-rising flour, and the eggs.

That’s it for the sponge.

Mixy, mixy, while I twerky, twerky to some Beyoncé. Fill those tins, bake those three tiers.

I was in heaven, popping glacé cherries like they were going out of style.