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“You don’t want to see any others?”

I shake my head. These are perfect. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet and hand Olivia my credit card.

The entire time she’s taking my payment, I’m watching Harlow, and he’s looking at his hand. At his ring. The ring that I put there.

My heart swells to a near-breaking point. This is going to kill me, but God, what a way to go out.

Olivia taps the counter, then hands my card back to me when I finally manage to drag my gaze from Harlow.

“Thank you,” I murmur, sliding my fingers through Harlow’s.

“Yes, thank you so much,” he echoes.

Olivia wishes us well, and we walk out into the heat together.

“Holy fuck,” Harlow says as soon as we’re outside the building. “I can’t believe you spent so much money.”

“You liked the rings.”

Harlow scoffs. “Yeah, but Jesus, Gray.”

It’s a gorgeous ring, and once I saw it on his finger, that was it. He loved it. I loved it. I especially loved seeing it on him.

“It’s fine. I promise.”

Holding his hand up in the air, he admires the ring. My breath catches. So fucking worth it. “So,” I say, trying to gain some semblance of control over myself. “Do we have plans today?”

Harlow shakes his head, still not taking his eyes off the ring. “Not until later. Fancy dinner.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”

Dropping his hand, Harlow turns to me with a wide grin. “It’s gonna be so romantic. And I get to look at my wedding ring the whole time, so now I’m even more excited.”

My heart thumps. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

Who am I kidding? It’s too late to go back now, and even if I could? I can’t say that I would.

The real world is hurtling toward me at unfair speeds. One dinner, one sleep, and one flight home are all that remain of our little bubble.

This time tomorrow we’ll be back home. We’ll be moving his stuff out of Josh’s place and into mine, going back to work, and facing the consequences of our actions with people who know us in real life.

I’m not ready.

I’ve enjoyed this. Having Harlow all to myself is a novel experience, and I don’t want to give that up. The only thing that’s keeping me from fully spiraling is the knowledge that he wants to sleep in my bed when we get home.

Unless that’s changed. Something tells me it hasn’t. If anything, he seems more clingy now than ever before.

“What do you think?” Harlow asks, smoothing his hands over his hair. He’s wearing a pair of dark pants and a gray knitted sweater that makes his eyes pop even more than usual.

I think he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I think the gold of his ring reflecting the light is unreal. I think he’s the man of my dreams, and he doesn’t even know it.

“You look really nice.”

Harlow grins, flashing his perfect teeth. “You too.”

“Are you ready?”

Nodding, Harlow reaches out to take my hand. I’m not sure we’ve ever held hands so much in our lives. Is that something that’ll change when we get home? I sure fucking hope not.