Epilogue

GAVIN

Months later

T his quiet town was nothing like the chaos we left behind. The streets were calm, lined with small shops and twinkling holiday lights that gave the air a peaceful kind of magic. I’d chosen this place for our date because it was far enough away from home that it felt like an escape.

Not that I gave a damn about what anyone thought of us anymore. This wasn’t about hiding our relationship—it was about giving Gwen a night free from the whispers and judgment that we got.

I glanced across the table at her… my Gwen . She looked so radiant even in the dim light of the intimate restaurant. She laughed softly at something I’d said, and I was transfixed at the very sight of her.

She always did that—laughed in this way that made me feel like I was the only man in the world. We may be nasty in the bedroom, but the fact was, she was my perfect girl.

“You’re staring,” she teased, her cheeks turning pink, her smile widening.

“Can’t help it, baby,” I admitted and shrugged. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and for a moment, I just sat there, soaking in the sight of her. There was something about Gwen that always had me on edge—in the best and worst way.

Because I’d fucking kill anyone who hurt her.

She wasn’t just my girl…she was my everything.

“You know,” I said, keeping my voice low as I leaned back in my chair and brought my beer to my month to take a long pull from it, “I don’t care what anyone thinks about us. I only want you. I always have.”

Her smile softened into something deeper, more serious. “Good. Because I don’t care, either.” She shrugged, and although I knew she spoke the truth, she was only human and judgment was a hard pill to swallow. “Let them talk. Let them think whatever they want. It’s not their life—it’s ours.”

Hearing her say that filled me with hardcore satisfaction. Gwen had always been the stronger twin. Maybe not physically, but she was so damn smart and resilient. She was everything.

But now…she was a force to be reckoned with.

And that did things to me I couldn’t even put into words.

I reached across the table, taking her hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. “I don’t care where we are, what anyone says, or how wrong they think us being together is.” And I really didn’t fucking care. “You’re mine, baby. You’ve always been mine, and that’s never going to change.”

She squeezed my hand in return. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, either, Gavin.”

This was a sweet fucking moment, but my dark side rose up. I smirked, leaning closer and lowering my voice so only she could hear. “And you know something else?” I saw the way her pulse beat faster beneath her ear when she caught the change in my tone. “Although you’re mine alone, I love how you obey me and get off letting my buddies fuck the hell out of you.” She was breathing faster now. “You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Her lips parted slightly, and her pupils dilated. I brushed my thumb along her knuckles. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“And because it turns you on, baby girl,” I continued, my voice a husky whisper, “I don’t mind sharing you…but only with Miller, Spencer, and Jace. But at the end of the day, you’re still mine.”

Her breath hitched, and I watched as my words settled around her. My girl leaned in closer, her lips so close to mine I smelled the tiramisu she’d just eaten, sweetening her breath. Her love, trust, and submission were as palpable as the heat between us.

I couldn’t help but think about how this night was perfect because she was with me and she was mine.

Whatever came next, it didn’t matter. We’d face it together. Being together was taboo, but it was right. Fuck anyone else who thought otherwise.