Page 229 of Indulge
“And mine too. Be both of ours—forever.”
For a second, all I can do is stand there, trembling, staring at the two men who are my whole damn world.
Tears spill over, hot and unstoppable.
“Yes,” I whisper, before the word grows louder, stronger, unstoppable.
“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you both.”
They stand, and I run straight into them, crushed between their chests as their arms wrap around me. I can feel their heartbeats pounding in sync with mine.
Laughter and tears blur together as I press my face against Reggie’s chest, Rowan’s hand tangled in my hair.
Paris glows around us. The city of love holding witness to our impossible kind of forever.
Three hearts.
One promise.
And the kind of love that doesn’t fit inside a box or a rulebook.
Just ours.
“We might not need the legal ceremony anymore, but we still wanted to do something to bind us to you,” Reggie says, his voice low and rough with emotion.
He steps back, opening the box fully—and my breath catches.
Inside sits the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. Onepink diamondand oneblack diamond, side by side, surrounded by a halo of clear stones that sparkle under the Paris lights. A perfect balance of light and dark. Of them.
“This is perfect,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Rowan takes the ring gently from the box, his fingers brushing mine as he slides it onto my finger. The metal feels cool against my skin, but the warmth in his eyes is enough to melt me.
Then he lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles, slow and reverent.
“Not as perfect as you are,” Reggie murmurs from behind me, his breath hot against my neck.
I shiver, the sound of his voice sinking straight into my bones.
And right there, between the two loves of my life, with the world’s most romantic city wrapped around us, I finally understand what forever feels like.
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ROWAN
Song- she got a thing about her, Thomas Day
Reggie lifts her easily with his good arm, and she lets out a soft gasp, clutching at his shirt as he carries her through the suite.
The door to the master bedroom swings open, and the city unfolds around us.
Paris glows through the open window, the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance like it’s watching us. The whole room mirrors it: walls lined in gilded frames, glass catching every flicker of light until it feels like we’ve stepped inside a dream.
Bella’s eyes go wide. “Oh my God…”
Reggie grins as he sets her down gently, the hem of her dress brushing over the marble floor. “You like it, Princess?”
She turns in a slow circle, taking in the view—the skyline, the candles, the faint hum of the city below. “It’s like being inside a fairytale.”
