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I spin in his hold and link my arms around his neck. He has to bend down a few inches for me to clasp my hands together, but he does it on instinct.
“The inn, you, all of it. How do I even thank you for this?”
His smile is lazy, and love shines in his amber gaze. “I have a few ideas, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. And honestly, you already have. You made me want to live for love, not just live to exist. That’s more than I can ever return.”
“Get over here, you lovebirds,” Grey calls cheerily.
“Is he drunk?”
Braxton chuckles. “I think so. But he’s happy, so I’m not going to stop him.”
I look across the room. Grey is more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. “How do we get him to live that way all the time without copious amounts of alcohol?”
“Time. We just have to give him time. I think Happiness will change him too, but he has to be ready for it.”
Grey presses a button on a remote in his hand, and a large screen descends from the ceiling.
“It’s for TV,” Braxton explains. “There’s a tiny projector in the wall over there.” He points to a wall as we walk back to our mats.
“Best Christmas movie of all time?” Grey asks the room.
The guys all sayDie Hard, while the women sayIt’s a Wonderful Life.
“Girls win.” Savvy crosses the room to take the remote that Grey holds out of reach. “There are more of us, so we choose.”
He leans into her and whispers something that has her straightening, but she still demands the remote with an open palm. When Grey stands upright, he’s wearing a smirk I think is going to cause us a ton of trouble in the near future.
“It’s a Wonderful Lifeit is,” Grey says jovially, then swaggers to his spot on the floor.
Swaggers.
Savvy huffs as she searches for an open mat, but the only one available is the one next to Grey.
Grey pats the spot next to him, and Cian chuckles. “Good Lord. It’s going to be a long night.”
As if on cue, Keela lets out an ear-piercing shriek, and he hands her off to Elle, who wraps a blanket around one shoulder and begins to nurse.
Braxton and I settle into our spots on the floor, and moments later, he’s snoring.
He really is trying to give me a wonderful life, and I might be at a place in my life to finally accept it.
35
BRAXTON
“Fuck,”I hiss, clutching my side.
“Shh.”
Who the hell is shushing me? Rolling over onto my back, I almost scream when I find Cian peering down at me.
“Jesus, man. Did you kick me?”
He shrugs. “My arms are full,” he whispers.
Sitting up, I realize it’s still the middle of the night and everyone in the room is sleeping.
“You said you had something to do before everyone wakes up,” he says.
