Broken Compass
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She snickers. “I think we’re all ready to sleep now, Sex Machine.”
“Hey, how did you know my secret name?”
“Shut up, Nate.” She says it fondly, and I grin. “All of you guys… In case you were wondering: I don’t care about weddings. I couldn’t care less about that. But I want babies with you. Lots of babies. What do you think?”
“We can arrange that,” I tell her, my heart pounding for a different reason now.
“Hell, yeah,” Kash mutters with a smile.
“Sounds like a plan,” West says.
And just like that, it all falls into place, the last pieces of the puzzle, the last beats of my messed-up heart.
The future looks fucking great.
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