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“Amelia, fuck,” he says as I feel his dick twitch as he comes with me, the two of us a mess as we ride it out at the same time. I’ve never felt so close to anyone else before, and as I catch my breath, Henry discards the condom.

I feel like I’m lying here for hours until something comes up to my mouth.

“Drink, Mills,” he says as I take a few sips of water.

He sets the bottle on his table, immediately engulfing me in his arms as he gets us both comfortable underneath his sheets. He plays with my necklace with one hand while the other runs through my hair, and I could stay like this forever.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“What kind of question is that, Ames?” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You can stay here with me forever.”

“I’d like that,” I say as a tear slips from one of my eyes. “I’d like that a lot, Hen.”

“To our new beginning, Ames,” he says as my head turns to meet his.

“Our new beginning. I love you so much, Henry Hayes.”

“I love you, Amelia Ellis.”

Then he kisses me, and I fall asleep tangled in his arms, feeling more like myself every moment I’m with him. This is where I’m meant to be. After years of running and searching for a place to call mine, for a place to be comfortable in, I’ve found it wrapped in the arms of Henry Hayes.

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“I always love the slow mornings with her. I love seeing her in my clothes, and smelling her on my sheets the day after she stayed over. She was everywhere, and I finally have her back.” —Excerpt from Henry Hayes’ Journal

Iwakewithhairagainst my face, but I don’t make to move—the hair belongs to my favorite girl on the planet.

I can’t believe this is real, waking up and still seeing her sleeping against my chest.

Thisis how I wanted to start our new beginning—the two of us tangled between the sheets of my fucking bed, her pressed against me as I run my hand through hercurls.

As I look at her peaceful face and watch the rise and fall of her chest, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest fucking guy on the planet. Not only did we find our way back to one another, but she was able to prove to me she was serious about us.

I can’t help my smirk as my phone starts to ring, and I answer it so Ames doesn't wake up.

“Hello?” I didn't bother looking at who it was before I picked it up.

“Um, hi?” Mitch says across the line. “I thought we were going to write this morning?”

Oh, fuck. “I’m sorry, dude,” I whisper to him. “I totally forgot.”

“Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you whispering?”

I don’t bother lying, but by his tone, he already knows what I’m about to say. “Amelia is sleeping, and I don’t want to wake her up.”

“So I take it you guys talked it out and then some last night?”

“We did,” I tell him, my smile still stuck on my face. “I’m happy, Mitch. I’msofucking happy.”

“Good,” he says as I hear him typing. “That’s all that matters, buddy. When can I meet her?”

“I can have you over for dinner whenever you're in town again,” I tell him. “Maybe we can talk to our publishers and set up something for my next book tour?”

“That sounds perfect, Henry. Since you’re not available, I’m going to go write by myself.”

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