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And honestly?

I'm still trying to wrap my head around how easy this all feels.

Me.

Less.

And we have guests!

Brielle and Nick from the show.

Add some takeout.

A little bit of laughter.

And you have full-blown domesticity.

It's stunning.

Not because it's perfect.

But because it's real.

Because three years ago I thought I'd lost this forever.

And now?

Now Less' shaving kit is in my bathroom.

His clothes are hanging in my closet.

His boots are sitting beside my front door.

And every morning I wake up tangled in his arms.

I didn't realize how much I missed being someone's home.

Being loved.

Being chosen.

Being known.

And somehow—after everything—we're just falling into this.

Into us.

And we’re falling headfirst.

Like we'd never stopped.

Like three years apart were just one horrible detour on the road back to each other.

Less opens the door for the delivery guy while I head into the kitchen.

“Need help?” Brielle asks immediately.

I smile.