I do what I’ve needed to since I left him in London. What I final did in a shower deep sufficient for each of us.

I stand behind him, my arms locked round his chest, so shut he has to really feel the thump of my coronary heart. It clenches when his head tilts again in opposition to my shoulder, Marc trusting me to maintain him upright.

He can belief me with greater than that. I’m a farming Luxton. That is precisely what I used to be born for. I additionally murmur, “You don’t thoughts that I organised this?”

“Thoughts?” His chest rises, his inhale gradual and regular, and I like him. “It’s excellent. All of it. I solely hope I can do it justice.”

I don’t hope. I don’t have to. I already know what is going to occur tomorrow.

Marc’s going to smash it.

For now although?

We’ll rely each star collectively.

EPILOGUE

CORNWALL IN LATE AUGUST

MARC

4 months after leaving London, and the day earlier than our first wedding ceremony, I jerk awake too early with no concept what woke me. It isn’t police sirens wailing or the drum and bass of metropolis residing. It isn’t the slam of a entrance door locking me out both. These aren’t sounds I affiliate with Kara-Tir, however one thing acquainted pierces my sleep, and for one bleary, confused second, I believe the ladies should be impatient for his or her morning milking.

I roll away from bed to assist Richard with them, like I used to.

Stef stops me.

He herds me again throughout the mattress, tucking me the place he desires me like Jess herds her lambs on intuition, all whereas he’s nonetheless lifeless to the world. Which is sensible—we did keep up late to welcome Lukas house from London.

It’s daybreak. Everybody underneath this farmhouse roof nonetheless sleeps. I ought to too. As an alternative I watch the rise and fall of Stef’s chest, the regular thrum of the heart beat on the base of his throat, the curl of his hand incrementally enjoyable, earlier than I surrender on getting any extra shut-eye.

I can’t lie right here whereas there’s a to-do listing on my cellphone with three unchecked containers, not when at the moment needs to be excellent. It needs to be, and it may be if I can get a head begin on double-checking each single wedding ceremony element.

I do know that’s an excuse at the same time as I believe it.

One thing else nagged me awake, not checklists or long-gone cows that don’t want milking. Not slammed doorways nor what my brother calls the feds chasing drug-dealing roadmen by way of the streets he barely made it out alive from.

Noah.

I ease away from Stef once more, this time activating stealth-mode.

He nonetheless feels my motion. His eyes keep closed, and I’m an unemployed enterprise advisor, not a born romantic, however I can’t remorse that another person took the Penzance spot he tried to make mine, not when Stef’s arm tightens round me.

He blocks my approach out of our mattress like he blocks the daybreak, nothing getting previous his granite shoulders. He’s one other sleeping large just like the tors bordering the farm, and I’ll all the time need to climb each variations, solely proper now I’ve one other mission. A herding intuition of my very own kicks in, an inner big-brother alarm amplifying, so I roll away yet another time, and imply it.

Once more, Stef rolls with me, his chest to my again, his palm sliding as much as cowl my mouth, solely not in a replay of silent intercourse that having a teen in the home has perfected. This morning, he does it for simply lengthy sufficient to rasp in my ear.

“Cease worrying so laborious.”

He inhales slowly, his chest rising behind me, his exhale coming with a tickle of chest hair and a rumbling query.

“You stopped but?”

I shake my head. I additionally really feel his smile in opposition to the again of my neck. At the least I believe it’s a smile. It’s most mornings when I attempt to creep down the hallway with out him.

“Noah was advantageous yesterday,” Stef whispers round a yawn. “Lukas says he’s doing wonderful, so there’s no cause he received’t be advantageous this morning as nicely.” His lips brush the again of my neck whereas mine brush his palm earlier than he lifts it, and I hope he is aware of what my kiss means.

I need to imagine you.

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