Epilogue #2
My throat tightens, but I smile through it as I respond to him. It’s always been easy to be myself with him, even when I was pretending to be someone else. “And I’d let you. You make me feel like I can be myself unapologetically. And I love you for that.”
He rests his hands on my waist, pulling me to him and kissing me softly.
Another click sounds.
His warmth leaves me then, but is soothed by Ace who moves in close, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He nuzzles into the curve of my neck, his breath a soft caress against my skin. “I dare you to say yes.”
I tilt my head back and let my lips curve into a smirk. “I dare you to say it first.”
He chuckles, and we press our buttons together. “You’re daring.” His lips brush my cheek. “You’re wild, and you’re trouble. You’re perfect for me.”
“You’re perfect for me, too,” I whisper, and God, my eyes burn when our gazes lock.
“I love you, Trouble.”
“I love you, Ace.”
He spins me to face him, and his hand cups the back of my neck as he kisses me deeply, dipping me and owning my body, staking his claim.
Click.
By the time we break apart, my cheeks ache from all the smiling I’ve done today, and my heart feels full to bursting.
Sylus taps his screen, and the machine chimes again. There’s a whirring before it spits out the four glossy photos of each kiss—each vow frozen in time.
“Fucking perfect,” I rasp while my nose burns. “I love them all.”
Koen glances over my shoulder at the pictures. “They’re getting framed. And duplicated.”
The machine chimes again, and we turn as one to face the screen.
Congratulations to the happy polycule!
I laugh and give Sylus an appreciative smile, but then we all turn at a loud sniffle behind us. Levi and Annabelle are clutching each other, tissues pressed to their eyes. Levi’s dramatic pout is almost comical, but Annabelle’s genuinely misty expression tugs at my heart.
“Stop…” I laugh, shaking my head at her. “You’re going to make me cry.”
Ezra and Michael, standing a bit off to the side, exchange a look that’s equal parts exasperation and amusement at their spouses.
The machine hums again, and this time it spits out a piece of paper. Ace is the one who takes it, presenting it with a flourish.
Certificate of Marriage for Novalee Evans with Sylus Walker, Koen Lane, Nicholas Lane, and Alaric Monroe.
He glances at me with that mischievous gleam in his eyes, like he’s about to make some smart-ass comment, but instead, he hands it to me with, “I believe this is yours, Mrs. Polycule.”
I take the certificate, running my fingers over the words, letting them settle in my mind, my heart. “Perfect,” I whisper, holding the certificate to my chest. “Absolutely perfect.”
Belle pulls me into a tight hug, her baby bump pressing lightly against me. “Perfect is right. Congratulations, Nova.”
Levi and Ezra are there next, clapping the guys on the back and offering their own congratulations.
“This screams for a night out,” Belle announces. “We need to celebrate properly.”
I laugh, glancing pointedly at her bump. “Sorry, I already told you I have classes tomorrow.”
“Classes? You just got married!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up dramatically.
“I know,” I concede with a smile. “But I only came because Koen promised I’d be back in time.”
Levi winks at me. “Don’t worry, girl. Ezra and I are staying for a bit longer. We’ve got party girl here covered.”
Belle raises an eyebrow. “And who’s watching Pebble and the other five hundred pigeons?”
I laugh. “It’s not that many! But our housekeeper is on it. Plus, Good Lookin’ keeps things under control.”
“Housekeeper…” Belle scoffs, shaking her head. “Fucking billionaires.”
Koen glances at his twin. “How long are you staying?”
“Don’t know yet.” Levi shrugs casually. “We’ll call the jet when we’re ready to head back.”
“Right.” I huff a laugh. “Fucking billionaires indeed. That’s so not environmentally friendly.”
Belle snorts, nudging me playfully. “Says the one who jetted out here to marry said billionaires.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say as I pull her into another hug. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Same,” she whispers, then turns to look at Koen. “I hope your billionaire husband flies you out here when little one arrives?”
“Of course, Annabelle.” Koen gives her a smile. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
With more hugs and a few tears, we say our goodbyes, and as we pile into the car, I glance out the window, watching the familiar neon lights of Vegas flicker to life as if celebrating with us.
By the time we reach the airport and step back onto the private jet, exhaustion starts to seep in. I let myself collapse into one of the plush seats, my wedding dress riding up slightly as I lean back and the guys settle around me.
The captain’s voice crackles over the intercom. “Lady and gentlemen, we’re ready for takeoff.”
As the engines roar to life and the jet lifts into the air, I glance around at the faces of the men I married . Sylus is already stretched out, his feet on the table. Koen is flipping through the photos from the machine, his lips twitching into a smile every now and then. Nicholas leans back in his seat, arms crossed. Ace sits next to me, his hand brushing against mine as I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.
Just for a few minutes.
I jolt awake with a gasp, a rush of sensation flooding my body. A hard length is buried deep inside me, and a wicked tongue flicks over my clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight through me. A soft, breathless moan escapes my lips, and Sylus’s voice, rich with amusement and teasing heat, cuts through the haze. “Don’t get shy on us now, wifey . You’ve got four marriages to consummate.”
As my other senses return, I gasp again. The sight before me is pure, unrestrained indulgence. Three of my men, all of them naked. Then I notice I’m naked, too, and am sitting on a naked Sylus, who’s sprawled on the bed in the back of the jet. His hands rest possessively on my hips, holding me steady as he rocks me up and down his cock and against Ace’s mouth, which is nestled between my thighs, his tongue working relentless, devastating magic on my clit. A growl of satisfaction from him hums against my skin, his stubble brushing my pussy, sending shivers racing up my spine.
On one side, Nicholas presses close, his mouth trailing along my neck, his tongue leaving a searing path in its way while his gravelly voice whispers something unintelligible against my ear.
On the other side, Koen is sucking on my nipple while he massages my breast, and I arch into their touch, my body a live wire of sensation, trembling under their attention.
Sylus tightens his grip on my hips, guiding me to move faster against Ace’s tongue, the friction making my thighs tremble. The air is thick with heat and low, hungry murmurs, and the intensity of their focus leaves me teetering on the edge of surrender. Every kiss, every touch, every glance sets me alight, the overwhelming bliss drawing me further into them, into us.
“Fuck…” I gasp, my breath hitching in short, desperate pants. My head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds. “This is… oh God…”
Behind me, Sylus chuckles as his lips brush my ear. “Told you, Sparkle. I’m the main husband. The rest of them? Just your side husbands.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, shaky and tinged with disbelief at his audacity, but it dissolves into a moan as Ace’s tongue presses harder against my clit. “Shut up and fuck me, Sylus.”
His growl is primal, a low rumble of satisfaction as his teeth sink into the curve of my throat. The sharp sting makes me gasp, but then his hips surge upward, filling me completely, and the sensation rips a cry from my lips.
Koen’s lips find mine, swallowing my cries as if to claim them for himself. His hand cradles my jaw, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine. Every inch of me feels consumed, wanted, and worshiped.
Nicholas’s lips trail fire along my collarbone before he takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks against the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it. It’s a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, shooting straight to my core and making me clamp down on Sylus, who grips my hips tighter, angling me just right as he pounds into me, his low growls and grunts fanning the flames in my belly.
“That’s it, Sparkle. Take it all. You’re fucking perfect for us.”
My head spins with sensation, my body tightening as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge. My fingers dig into Koen’s hair, tugging him closer as his mouth works its magic on mine.
Time blurs, the world narrowing to the pleasure coursing through me and the men surrounding me, their need mirroring my own. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Come for us, baby,” Sylus murmurs in my ear, his voice dripping with need.
And I do. With a cry that Koen swallows in a deep, consuming kiss, my body shatters. Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me breathless, boneless, and utterly spent as my hands clutch at Nicholas, my nails digging in as the intensity steals the strength from my limbs. The world tilts and narrows to this moment, to the hands and bodies grounding me, to the men who love me and have vowed to share their lives with me.
As I float back down from the high of my release, my body still trembling with the aftershocks, Sylus keeps moving inside me, his thrusts slow, each one dragging out every last pulse of pleasure. His cock stretches me perfectly, and despite the haze of my orgasm, I’m acutely aware of how full he makes me feel.
My head falls back against his shoulder as I moan. “You feel so good.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his breath hot against my neck as he kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Glad you think so, Sparkle. But don’t get too comfortable,” he teases, his tone wicked. “There are three other cocks that want to get inside you tonight.”
“Speaking of…” Ace’s hands are on me, pulling me from Sylus’s lap and into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and my arms loop around his neck as he cradles me effortlessly. His lips find mine for a brief but searing kiss, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin.
Ace’s eyes hold mine as he carefully lays me on the bed. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath hitch when he leans over me, bracing himself on his arms. “You’re stunning like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. “Every time I see you, it gets harder to breathe.”
Nicholas shifts to lie beside me, his lips brushing a path along my shoulder as he whispers, “He’s right. You’re breathtaking.”
Koen’s fingers trail lightly down my arm. “You’ll never know how much you affect us, Little Thief.”
The weight of their words wraps around me, mingling with the heat and desire coursing through my veins. I feel cherished, adored, and wanted.
Ace’s lips trail down my neck, his hands exploring my body as if learning every curve, every reaction. The others are close, their touches blending seamlessly, creating a symphony of sensation that sets my nerves alight. It’s more than pleasure. It’s a connection.
With them, I’m whole.
With them, I’m home.
“You ready for more, Trouble?” Ace asks as he leans back and reaches for the dresser next to the bed.
I lift my head to meet his gaze, biting my lip in anticipation as he grabs the lube we keep there. “Always.”
There’s a click, then a squeeze, before I feel the coolness of lube on his fingers as he circles my asshole. The sensation makes me shiver, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I push back against his touch. His other hand grips my hip firmly, holding me steady as he works, stretching me with slow, patient movements.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, a promise and a praise wrapped in one. “Relax for me, Trouble. Let me make you feel good.”
I shift slightly, my head turning to find Nicholas watching Ace, his cock hard, the faint flush of arousal painting his cheeks.
“Sweetheart,” I say softly, drawing his attention to me. “Sit on my face and fuck my mouth. I want to feel you.”
A muffled “Fuck,” comes from Sylus as Nicholas’s eyes widen, a flush creeping farther down his neck, but he doesn’t hesitate for long, moving to straddle my head with careful movements. When he looks down at me, I reach up to run my hand along his thigh, squeezing gently.
I moan when Ace pushes a second finger inside me. “Now…” I pant as Ace starts to fuck my ass with his fingers. “… show me how much you want it.”
Nicholas exhales as he positions himself, his cock brushing against my lips. I open wide, taking him in, the salty taste of him flooding my senses. My tongue swirls around his length, teasing him, and he groans, his hips moving in tentative, shallow thrusts.
“Just like that,” I murmur when he pulls back. Then, I reach up to pump him a few times, making him leak at the tip. “My messy boy. Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
I take him back between my lips, and his hips start to move more confidently as he begins to fuck my mouth. His moans grow louder, his hands finding their way to my hair, gently tangling as he lets himself go.
Ace’s fingers press deeper, spreading me open with care, giving me time to adjust to feel every stretch and glide.
“I know you want to wreck her, Ric.” Koen chuckles. “So do it. But do it right.”
When he pulls his fingers away, I whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to replace them with the head of his cock. He presses against me, incrementally increasing the pressure as he pushes inside, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I moan around Nicholas’s cock, my body tensing before Ace starts to play with my clit.
“Breathe, Trouble,” he murmurs. “We go slow. You’re doing so good.”
I exhale shakily through my nose, forcing myself to relax as Ace presses deeper, his cock filling me completely. The burn fades into a delicious ache, and I release a breathless moan around Nicholas’s cock, the sensation of being stretched and filled from both ends overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck.” Ace stills for a moment, his breathing ragged as he gives me time to adjust. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Nicholas’s movements falter as my moans vibrate around his cock, and I gently squeeze his thigh, urging him to keep going.
He thrusts back into my mouth, this time with more urgency. The combination of his slow unraveling and Ace’s deep, controlled rhythm leaves me breathless, completely consumed by them both.
Nicholas’s cock slides deeper with each thrust, the head brushing the back of my throat. I relax, surrendering completely, letting him take what he needs. My nails dig into the firm muscle of his thighs, holding on as he begins to lose control, his rhythm faltering into something rawer and more urgent.
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans out as his hands tangle in my hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, as though anchoring himself to me. “Your mouth… God, it feels so fucking good.”
I hum, and his response is immediate. A sharp gasp, his hips stuttering forward.
Ace begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of my ass in slow thrusts, giving me time to feel every inch, every stretch, every burn that gradually melts into pure pleasure. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back against him as he buries himself deeper.
“Take it all. You’re perfect like this.”
I moan around Nicholas’s cock again, the sound muffled but still audible.
“Fuck,” Nicholas groans out, his hips snapping forward faster now. His cock slides deep into my throat as he warns, “Novalee… I’m so close.”
I hum again, encouraging him. He cries out, his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I feel him let go, his release hot and salty as it fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, my nails digging into his thighs as I hold him steady through his climax.
At the same time, Ace’s pace picks up, his thrusts harder, faster while he rubs my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. My moans grow louder, the sound vibrating against Nicholas, even as he pulls away, his breath still ragged as he comes to lie beside me again.
Ace leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear as he growls, “Come on, Trouble. I want you to come while I fuck your tight little ass.”
“Ugh, why is that so fucking hot?” Sylus grunts as Ace’s words, combined with his fingers on my clit, push me over the edge. With a muffled cry, I shatter, my body convulsing. The intensity leaves me breathless, my limbs trembling, my nails clawing at the sheets as the orgasm wracks through me.
“Fuck,” Ace groans, his grip on my hips bruising as his movements grow erratic. He slams into me one last time, his abs tensing as he lets out a cry. I feel him spill inside me, the heat of his release filling me as he collapses onto me, his weight grounding as I tremble in the aftermath.
For a long moment, we stay there, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven, our bodies slick with sweat. Nicholas’s hand brushes over my cheek, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth. My lips part slightly, my breath catching, my body instinctively leaning into his touch, craving more even though I should be satisfied.
Ace pulls out slowly, carefully, but I still gasp at the loss, the sensation leaving me aching. He soothes me with a soft kiss pressed to my Ace of Hearts tattoo, making me giggle, and he chuckles against my skin.
“You okay, Trouble?”
“More than okay,” I whisper while finding Nicholas’s eyes and reaching out to squeeze his upper arm. “That was… so damn good.”
“Good.” Ace’s smile deepens when my eyes find his ice-blue ones again, shining with love and a glimmer of smug satisfaction. “Because we’re not done with you yet.”
My breath hitches as Nicholas shifts beside me, his lips ghosting over my shoulder before he stands.
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips as I sit up. “Oh, really?
Ace steps back, making room for Koen, whose fingers brush against my cheek. “Really. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us, and we plan to make the most of it. But you can relax for the next part.” He smirks, letting me know exactly where his thoughts went. “If you’re up for it. That was a lot already and—”
“Yes,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Words,” he prompts, his thumb tilting my chin up.
“I consent.”
Koen’s gaze flicks to Sylus, who’s already at the edge of the bed. “We should hold her up from both sides.”
Sylus grins, running a hand through his hair. “I love how you think, brother.”
Koen pinches my nipple, making me gasp before his fingers brush my forehead. “ Sleep. You’re safe. You feel and hear everything.” The world fades, and the familiar weightlessness of a trance takes over. My body relaxes into the bed while my mind floats, aware yet still. “Spread her for us, Sy. Let’s see if she’s ready to take both of us.”
I feel Sylus’s hands on my legs, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, teasing, before his fingers stroke over my slit, playing with the wetness there.
“She’s ready,” Sylus murmurs, his voice rough with need. “So fucking ready.”
Koen’s touch joins his, a finger circling my asshole. “Lubed up?” he asks, his tone all business.
“With Ric’s cum probably.” Sylus snickers and Ace snorts. “But let’s make sure.” I can hear the grin in his voice as he retrieves the bottle, then the faint sound of the cap popping open fills the air. The cool sensation of lube meets my skin as Sylus prepares me, his fingers working thoroughly, and even in my trance, I feel every inch of it. “She’s still stretched good from his cock.”
“You’re welcome,” comes from Ace, and Nicholas huffs a laugh.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs. “You take everything so well.”
I want to respond, to arch into their touch, but my body remains still, completely under their control.
Sylus groans, his fingers pressing deeper one last time before he slides them out. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”
“Let’s see how perfect,” Koen replies, then the bed shifts as he positions himself between my legs. His cock nudges against my pussy, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried inside me. “I love you, precious,” Koen murmurs against my ear while he gives me a few thrusts, kissing down the side of my head while his hips rock against mine.
Then he gathers me in his arms and turns us so he’s lying underneath me, and I’m sprawled out on his chest with his cock still deep inside me.
Behind me, Sylus aligns himself, the head of his cock pressing against my ass. He moves with the same care, his hands gripping my hips as he sinks into me.
The ache is exquisite, a fullness that borders on overwhelming.
Holy shit.
“Fucking hell.” Ace grunts from somewhere behind Sylus.
The friction, the stretch, the intensity, it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Goddamn,” Sylus groans out. “She’s so tight. You feel that, Koen?”
“I feel it,” Koen replies, his voice tight with restraint. “Let’s see if she does. Wake up. ”
My eyes snap open, and I gasp, my hands clawing at the sheets as I feel both of them moving inside me, their cocks filling me completely. “F-fu-uck!”
Koen’s hand grips my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Color, precious?”
“Green,” I pant out, my body trembling.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs, his thrusts deepening. “Look at you, taking two cocks at once. Two husbands at once.” His voice is low, teasing, dripping with dominance, and it lights a fire beneath my skin.
Sylus’s fingers drag along the curve of my waist, leaving a trail of heat behind before they settle on my hips, holding me steady. With each pull, he drives me back against him, his cock stretching me further, fuller, until the ache melts into a molten pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole. The rhythm they set is relentless, perfectly in sync, and the fullness is an ache that makes my mind a haze of pleasure, my body caught between them as they take me.
Koen’s hand snakes into my hair, and he pulls me roughly toward him. His mouth captures mine in a kiss so demanding it feels like he’s trying to devour every last shred of control I have. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, sending sparks of pain-tinged pleasure skittering through me. “ Sleep. ”
My body slackens instantly, sinking forward against him, the trance wrapping me in a haze of safety even as the sensations beneath it grow sharper, more pronounced.
Sylus’s teeth graze the skin at the back of my neck, and a silent cry echoes through my mind. The sharp sting of his bite melts into a searing warmth that courses down my spine, pooling low in my belly. His hands roam over my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, and the cool brush of air against my wet, stretched skin contrasts with the heat of their bodies pressed against mine.
Koen’s pelvis grinds against me, the roughness of his movements perfectly angled to press against my clit. It’s maddening, and my muscles clench involuntarily, trying to chase the friction I can’t control.
“She’s close.” Sylus’s voice vibrates against my damp skin. His hips slam against me harder, the slap of his body meeting mine echoing through the space. “God, she’s going to fall apart like this. Wake her.”
“ Wake up. ”
“F-fuck!” I cry out, my fingers clawing at Koen’s chest beneath me. My body jolts, arching between them as if it’s trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure but also begging for more. Every thrust from Sylus drives deeper, his cock stretching my ass almost unbearably, while Koen’s relentless rhythm in my pussy fills every other inch of me.
The overwhelming fullness, the friction, the sharp jolts of sensation, they all collide, leaving me trembling, my muscles quivering with the effort to hold myself together.
Koen grips my hair tighter, pulling my head back until my eyes meet his. His gaze burns, dark and possessive, as if he owns every inch of me, and God, right now, he does. “Color, precious?”
“Green,” I pant, my voice trembling with need and the tiniest edge of desperation. “So fucking green, fuck, I think I—”
My thighs tremble, my toes curl, and the sharp burn of overstimulation melds with the intense pleasure, winding tighter and tighter in my core.
Koen’s thumb finds my clit, circling it with maddening precision, and I break. My vision whites out as the orgasm crashes through me and I moan, every nerve alight as my muscles convulse around them both.
Ace’s voice is hoarse. “Jesus, Trouble.”
Sylus groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he spills into me. Koen’s movements grow erratic, his cock driving deeper one last time before his jaw tightens, and a guttural moan escapes him as he lets go, his warmth filling me.
I collapse onto him again, trembling and spent. My breaths come in shallow pants, my cheek pressed against Koen’s chest as his heartbeat drums steadily beneath my ear. The steady rhythm grounds me, even as my body still buzzes with the remnants of pleasure.
Koen brushes damp strands of hair from my face, tilting my chin up until my eyes meet his again. There’s a softness in his expression that feels like coming home. “You good, precious?”
Too overwhelmed, I can’t form words yet, so I nod. My lips curve into a faint, sleepy smile.
So fucking good.
Sylus’s hands glide down my sides as he leans in to press a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering like he can’t quite let go. “I swear, you’re going to ruin me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and awe.
A lazy, contented chuckle bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me. “W-woorf it,” I whisper, the words slightly slurring as exhaustion pulls at me.
Koen shifts, carefully easing out of me, and Sylus follows suit. Their loss is immediate, leaving me feeling oddly cold and achingly empty.
“We’ll be right back, Sparkle.” Sylus brushes a kiss on my forehead before climbing off the bed. Koen follows him, muttering something about getting cleaned up.
The mattress dips slightly as Ace and Nicholas return, both shirtless, wearing only sweatpants.
Ace sits beside me, his hand brushing my hair back as he folds a warm cloth. The first swipe over my skin makes me sigh. Nicholas joins him, taking my hand in his as he works carefully, wiping away their mess with tender efficiency. They move in tandem, their touches gentle and unhurried, as though they have all the time in the world for me.
“Love you, wife ,” Nicholas murmurs, his lips brushing my temple as he works.
Ace nods, his ice-blue eyes softening as he folds the cloth to a clean side and continues. “So damn much.”
They finish their task with care before Sylus reappears in only boxers, tossing a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt to Ace. “For Sparkle.”
Ace catches them effortlessly, sharing a quiet look with Nicholas as they help me dress.
When I’m dressed, Ace lifts me effortlessly, settling me against his chest as he stretches out on the bed. Nicholas curls up against my back, his arms wrapping around me and his cheek resting on my shoulder. The heat of their bodies surrounds me, chasing away any lingering tension.
My thoughts drift, my eyes fluttering shut as my breathing slows.
I loved seeing Vegas again, the glitter and the chaos that brought me to them. But now, all I want is to go back to our home. Our place, where the world feels like it can’t touch us, and we’re safe. Together.
The mattress dips as Koen and Sylus return, squeezing into the bed beside us. It’s a tight fit, limbs tangling, pressing close. Sylus rests an arm across my legs while Koen’s hand brushes my hip.
My eyelids grow heavier, their warmth and presence lulling me closer to sleep. My heart swells with an ache of gratitude and love so deep it feels like it might spill out of me.
Magic isn’t in the tricks, or the illusions, or even the rush of Vegas lights.
Magic is in the people you share it with.
And it feels like magic now. Here. With them.
Everywhere with them.
Always.
As sleep pulls me under, one last thought lingers, settling over me like the softest whisper.
I didn’t need to steal this.
They gave it freely, wholly, and without hesitation.
Magic.