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“Maybe.”
“Too much to measure.”
“I think I like that answer,” I said, grinning.
“Stop being so adorable.” He flicked a finger at my nose.
I grinned wider. “I’m going to adorably annoy you for the rest of your life.”
“Fine,” he mumbled but was grinning.
My eyes rounded. “You’re grinning. I have never seen you grin before.”
“Only for my firecracker.”
“I agree, only for me,” I said, the smile never leaving my face as I snuggled closer, ready for my forever with him.
I won the game.
I won my parents.
But my biggest win?
Was Matty Evans.
The man who loved me for me.
EPILOGUE
Two years later
MATT
“Hey, drummer,” chirped a beautiful voice, poking her head into my music room.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my lips. “Hey, gamer,” I replied, wiping the sweat rolling down my forehead.
My eyes followed her as she made her way to me, her flowy yellow summer dress swishing, the color as bright as the happiness on her face.
Satisfaction filled my chest, knowing I was the one who made her this happy.
“I’m back,” she whispered, hugging me from behind from where I was sitting on the throne of my favorite matte-black-and-gold Pearl Masters Maple kit.
The tips of her soft lips brushed the edge of my right ear. I didn’t have to position her anymore. Sierra subconsciously always ended up on my right and made sure she was looking at me when she spoke to me in a crowd. She always made sure I heard every word she spoke to me.
And even after two years, I was addicted to every word she said.
“Good one?” I asked, placing kisses on her soft arm that was wrapped around my neck.
Sierra was busy training for a world championship tournament that was three months away, the highest in the league. They tried out last year and came in tenth place, but Sierra told me she wasn’t in a rush to become world champion and already felt like a champion because she had me.
I sometimes still couldn’t believe that she was mine.
“Yes, the usual,” she muttered, and in a single motion, I tugged her to me, and she effortlessly landed on my lap. Her soft pussy right on my hard cock.
Her eyes widened. “Matty,” she chided but started to grind into me.
I groaned, grabbing her hips. I’ve created a fiend in bed.
