Page 130 of Wright Together

She giggled, stretching her arms above her head. “I’ll pay rent. I have a fancy new job now.”

“If you like,” I told her. I didn’t care one way or another. My lips came to the sliver of skin that was exposed near her belly button.

“I’m not paying in sex,” she teased.

I snorted. “I accept Venmo.”

It was her time to laugh. “God, I can’t believe this is real. When do I wake up from the fairy tale?”

I slid up her body, covering her with my own and pressing another kiss to her lips. “You’re awake. This is real.”

Her hand cupped my cheek. “I thought you were too good to be true.”

I melted at her words. Affectionate and real. “I love you.”

Her eyes rounded, and a small gasp escaped her lips.

“You don’t have to say it back, but I’ve known for ages. I love everything about you. I wanted to tell you, but I was worried that it would drive you away. That you’d realize I was all in and it would scare you. But I don’t know how much more all in I can be with you moving in. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

A tear came to her eye, and she smiled, soft and dreamy. “I love you, too, Whitton Wright.”

Then, our lips touched, and the world was forgotten.

We’d come this far.

We had forever to go.

But at least we were going together.

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Epilogue

Eve

Two Months Later

“The tallies are in!” a woman said enthusiastically into the microphone. “Your new mayor of Lubbock is…Jensen Wright!”

Jensen strode onto the stage in a black suit with a blue tie and crisp white button-up. He smiled his perfect politician smile and waved enthusiastically. He was forever a man of the people. Despite being the former CEO of Wright Construction, the new head of Wright Architecture, and a fucking billionaire to boot, he was just a normal guy. And now, the mayor, too.

So many people said that money and his name were buying this position for him. But anyone who had met him knew that he’d do a great job.

“Lubbock! Thank you so much! I stand before you now as your mayor, happy, humbled, and altogether honored to be the next mayor of this great city,” Jensen said, beaming.

His wife, Emery, along with their two kids, Robin and Logan, and of course, Colton stood off to the side, watching with pride on their faces. Even Colton’s, to his credit.

“Think he’s going to do something stupid?” I asked Whitt, who stood with his arm around my waist.

“Jensen? Nah, he’s a professional.”

I shot him a look, and he laughed. Then, he turned his phone toward me. On it was a picture of Colton flipping him off from backstage.

I snorted. “Typical.”

“I told him to behave.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll listen,” I said sarcastically.