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Jax growls, gripping my ass and pulling me against him. “Only regret I got is not doing this sooner.”

The second I step into my townhouse, a wave of panic slams into me.

Shit.

Did I just make ahugemistake?

I stand in the middle of my living room, staring at everything I’ve built here—my furniture, my pictures, myspace—and suddenly, the idea of packing it all up feels like way too much. Like I’m about to lose something important.

Without thinking, I yank my phone out of my pocket and call Brooke.

She answers on the second ring, all too chipper for this hour. “Good morning, sweet sister. What are you doing up so early?”

“I have to tell you something, but I need to get Bri in on this call.”

Brooke hums like she already knows this is about to bea thing, and a second later, Bri’s groggy voice joins in. “What thehellare you calling this early for?” she grumbles.

I don’t even hesitate. “I think I did something bad.”

Silence.

Brooke’s voice is calmer when she speaks. “What happened?”

“Jax asked me to move in with him.”

Bri yawns. “And?”

“And Isaid yes.”

Brooke snorts. “Okay… still not seeing the problem?”

I spin in a circle, taking in my fully furnished home, my shelves filled with books, my couch with the perfect groove frommybody over the last few years. “He wants me to start moving in today. Hejustdropped me off, went to get boxes, and now I’m standing here wondering what the hell I just got myself into.”

Bri hums in thought. “Damn. Thatisfast.”

Brooke cuts in, “Hold on, sis. You’re freaking the hell out, which is understandable. This is abig thing, but are you sure it’s amistake?”

I rub my temples. “I don’tknow! What if it doesn’t work out? Then I have to move again, and—” I bite my lip, staring at the pictures on my wall—me and my sisters, me and my parents before they passed, all the little pieces of my life that make this placemine.

“What if I’m giving up too much?” I whisper.

Bri is more awake now. “Are you reallygiving upanything, though?”

“I don’t know,” I say, voice small. “Ilovemy home. It’smine. It’s safe. It’s comfortable.”

Brooke’s voice is softer now. “And is Jax safe?”

That question hits me straight in the chest.

I don’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

“Is he comfortable?” she adds.

I think about waking up next to him, how it feels to be wrapped in his arms, how the world seems a little less harsh when he’s around. “Yes.”

Bri sighs dramatically. “Then what’s the problem? Bella, youlovethis guy.”

My stomach flips. Love. Yeah, I do.

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