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“Yes, but only when you’re not involved. I love it whenyousurprise me—you leave no stone unturned. You are something else, Greyson Park.”

“You are everything, Selah Bailey.”

THE END

epilogue

Selah

Sandyston, NJ | 3 Months Later

We’ve been drivingfor two hours, and Grey refuses to tell me where the hell we’re going. I eventually stopped asking and dived into a book, occasionally looking up to enjoy the scenery. This town reminds me of a place not far from where I grew up. Here’s a fun fact: I’ve developed a kink for watching Greyson drive, so I must avert my eyes often. Though I catch him glancing over at me every once in a while, and that spark between us magnifies.

Three months into thisrealrelationship and he hasn’t let up on the surprises, romance or grand gestures. He’s really living up to book boyfriend expectations and I fall deeper in love with him every day. The Hapless In Love Book Club is proud to announce our discovery of not one, but two men restoring faith in the male population, three if you count Eric.

“You’re not taking me out here to bury me, are you? This was fun while it lasted, Grey.”

He scoffs, keeping his focus on the road.

“If I needed to know where to hide a body, I’d ask Audrey.”

“Why would you say that?” I ask, shifting to face him.

“I’m just joking, baby. Though, she did threaten me once. Said if she was wrong about me, she’d make me disappear.”

It’s very likely she said that. She loves a good threat.

“That sounds about right. Sorry,” I say with a wince.

“You don’t need to worry. I plan to make you happy as long as I live. You’re going to be stuck with me for a long time. Is that alright with you?”

“I guess. You’re not so bad. Eric and Aud were right. You really don’t scare easily.”

He chuckles. “Sunflower, I’m from Brooklyn. Ain’t shit for me to be scared of,” he says, leaning over to kiss my forehead. “Ready to find out where we’re going?”

He turns down a long dirt road, and by the looks of it, my fingers are crossed for a cute bed and breakfast. It’s quaint, and there’s miles and miles of farmland. I bet the stars look amazing out here. A good distance down the road, crops come into view, and my breath catches when I spot a sea of familiar yellow petals standing tall.

I don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking. Once we reach our destination, my heart swells. I’m still staring, slack-jawed, at a sunflower field. I’ve never seen one in person before, and it’s remarkable.

“What are we doing here?”

He tilts my chin and gapes at me. “I want to get photos of my Sunflower during golden hour. Then I have something else planned. Does that sound good?”

I grin from ear to ear. “Of course.”

He drapes his camera around his neck, and we walk through the field in search of the perfect spot. It doesn’t take him long to find it. It’s a hot day, but Greyson will get the shots he needs quickly,ifI cooperate.

He tells me where to stand, and I pose with his direction. I love watching him in his element, but today I agreed to be the model and must focus on the task at hand. I admire his concentration, the little way he bites his lip in victory when he takes theperfect shot, and I don’t mind how silly he looks trying to get the best angle. He praises me in front of the camera as he would in the bedroom, and I resist the urge to blush. I swear that I don’t blush, but he’s managed to get it on camera a few times.

The sky looks like cotton candy by the time we’re done, and I could go for a snack. We start walking through the field of sunflowers and a question dawns on me that I’ve never considered before.

“Why do you call me Sunflower?”

He stops in his tracks. “Good question. It’s a long story.”

“Lucky for you, we have a long drive home,” I challenge.

“Fair enough.”

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