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"Scarlet, you know I'd do anything for you," he murmurs, his hand brushing against my cheek, electrifying my skin.
Tristan, on the other hand, is the epitome of calm and control. His blonde hair and emerald eyes captivate me like no other. When we're together, he ignites a fire within me that consumes every inch of my being, leaving me completely vulnerable in his arms.
"Your happiness is my only concern," he whispers in my ear, his voice a soothing balm to my anxious mind.
Hugo, with his playful charm and brown locks, never fails to bring a smile to my face. His lighthearted banter and flirtatious ways manage to keep me on my toes, ensuring that life is never dull when he's around. In our intimate moments, he explores every inch of me, worshiping my body as if it were a sacred temple.
"Whatever you need, Scarlet, I'm here for you," he says, winking at me with his mischievous grin.
Miles, the brooding intellectual, challenges me mentally. His eyes hold a depth that draws me in, making me yearn to understand the complexities of his thoughts. With him, I feel safe and secure, knowing that he would protect me from any harm that may come my way.
"Remember, we're in this together," he reassures me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist.
Lastly, there's Adam, the enigmatic artist who captivates my soul. His tousled blonde hair and stormy blue eyes hold a mysterious allure, making it impossible for me to resist his magnetic pull. Our connection is deep and spiritual, transcending the physical realm into something much more profound.
"Scarlet, you are my muse," he murmurs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my arm.
"Scarlet," Max says, concern etching his features, "whatever you decide, we'll support you."
Each of them holds a piece of my heart, and it’s time to make this permanent.
"Scarlet," Max's voice cuts through the air, concern evident in his tone. "You're so far away from us right now. What are you thinking?"
Glancing at him, then at the others, I sigh. "I'm just…Our love transcends boundaries. We are six souls intertwined around each other, blossoming like vibrant wildflowers. I never want us to be apart. I want to get married. To all of you.” I stare at the ring that Max gave me, which I haven’t worn since the night of my arrest. It was placed in a brown envelope with my other belongings that Tristan collected on our way out of the station. I’ve been so preoccupied with everything else going on that this was pushed to the back of my mind, but it’s time now. "It would be a symbol of our commitment to each other, to our unconventional love. A promise that we'll support one another no matter what."
"Scarlet," Max says, his gaze intense as he twirls the ring I’m still staring at. “You’re stealing my thunder, baby girl.”
Giggling, I raise my gaze to his. “You’ve never asked outright, dammit. I’m doing it for you. Are you in or out?”
“Oh, in,” he says, quickly, smirking sexily. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
"Same here," Tristan adds, his fingers intertwining with mine.
"In," Hugo agrees, love flaring in his eyes.
"Absolutely," Miles nods, his smile warm and genuine.
"Scarlet, my love,” Adam whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, "our love defies all logic. I will follow you anywhere."
As their voices blend together, I fall even more in love with them, if that’s possible. We may be unconventional, but we're united – bound not only by love but by a shared commitment to forge our own path.
* * *
Max must’ve already had most of this planned, seeing as a day later, we are standing inside an abandoned church he’d discovered on the outskirts of the city. The once grand building is now draped in ivy and shadowed by time, but its beauty remains undeniable.
We work together to transform the space, dusting off the pews and adorning the altar with wildflowers and candles. The air is heavy with anticipation as we prepare for our unconventional union, each of us exchanging furtive glances as we move about the room.
As I stand before the improvised altar, surrounded by the five men who hold my heart, I marvel at the journey that has brought us here. Our love is stronger than anything I've ever known. And as we prepare to exchange vows, I know without a doubt that this is the path we're meant to walk together.
As soon as we have readied the church, I slip into the Range Rover to change. I’m not wearing anything fancy or remotely bridal. That’s not what I want. All I want are these five men. The simple white dress has thin straps and drops to my knees; I wiggle around, trying to zip it up, but give up and slip my feet into a pair of nude high heels.
Robbie opens the door when I rap on the window, and I climb out, helped by his steady cool hand.
“Zip me up?”
He nods, and I turn around, pulling my loose hair over my shoulder. “You scrub up good,” he remarks.
Grinning at him as I turn to face him, I blow out a breath. “You sure?”
