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Rings? My heart slams against my ribs. “What?” I croak out.

Harlow’s eyes are pure fire when he locks them on mine. “I want wedding bands. Matching ones.”

That expression shouldn’t be so hot, but my dick is trying to rally. It’s honestly embarrassing. “We can get rings.”

The car pulls up outside the alley as Harlow hums. “Good, because I want one on your hand. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

A thrill shoots through me. I want that too. I shouldn’t. I know it’s dangerous, but goddammit, I want that too.

“Okay,” I whisper, taking his hand and leading him to the car. “I want everyone to know you’re mine too.”

At least for now.

Chapter 16

Harlow

I’m still riding the high of getting off with Gray as we stumble after each other into the hotel room. My pants are… not comfortable at all. Between how tight they are and, you know, the cum, they need to go.

As soon as Gray shuts the door behind us, I start stripping them off. I had fun tonight. Until someone decided to put their hands on my husband, of course. I’ve never been jealous over Grayson before. Not really. Not like that. I came back with our drinks and saw red because, what do you mean there are a hundred hot men on this dance floor and you wanna touch mine?

No. No way. Not happening.

And I’m not stupid. I know Gray’s not mine. Not really. But for the next three months? He is. He said it and I said it, and I’m not going to feel bad for being jealous when we made a commitment. An after-marriage commitment, but still.

“Jesus,” Gray groans, and I glance back at him over my shoulder.

“What?”

He’s covering his eyes, and after a second, he moves his hands. “I’m trying incredibly hard to keep myself in check, and you are not making it easy. I had no idea you’d be like this.”

“Like what?” I ask, cocking my head.

“So.” He waves a hand through the air, gesturing up and down in my direction, and I glance down at myself. “That,” he finishes.

I can’t help but frown. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” he says, drawing in a deep breath. “That I didn’t expect you to be so… everything, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to resist it.”

That gets my attention, and I snap my head up, locking eyes with him. “Why are you trying to resist it? I thought you said you wanted to do this whole thing for real. You said you wanted more. You didn’t have to say it if you didn’t mean it. You could have said no.”

I’m trying hard not to cry. Not because Gray doesn’t want me, but because I feel like I pressured him into something he doesn’t want to do. A pit opens in my stomach, the alcohol that was filling my veins with a sweet buzz souring in an instant. What’s worse is that I’m having this conversation in a see-through mesh shirt and my cum-stained briefs. At least Gray has the advantage of still wearing his pants.

Gray’s eyes widen, then he’s striding toward me. My stomach flips when he steps into my space, his hands cupping my jaw and tilting my head back. “Let’s talk about why your first reaction is always bad.”

“What do you mean?” I whisper, staring into his deep brown eyes.

He watches me for a second, then tugs my lip free of my teeth. I hadn’t even realized I was biting at it.

“We’ve known each other our whole lives, Harlow. We’ve been through a million things together. Why are you so quick to assume I mean something badly when I don’t?”

I don’t answer because I don’t know what to say. It doesn’t really matter because I’m pretty sure the question is rhetorical anyway, since Gray keeps on talking like he didn’t even ask me anything.

“If I said I wanted more, it’s because I do. I’m just worried about what it means for us. Not now, but later.” His eyes dart up, and he toys with the tips of my hair. “This is three months, right? That’s what we agreed on,” he says, eyes finding mine.

I nod because it is what we agreed on, but—

“Okay, so that means we have to find a way to make this work without either of us getting hurt at the end of it.”