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A/N: SO sorry that it's taken me this long to update. Real life and writer's block got in the way but I hope you guys enjoy the final chapter. I can't believe it's all over, but I'm looking forward to writing a few more stories. Thank you so much to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, followed, talked to me on Twitter, messaged me, everything. I really enjoy receiving your feedback and I really hope this story made you happy.

They're about to leave on tour in exactly two weeks. And she's surprisingly very calm. Maybe it's because they'll be singing the best songs they've ever written, or maybe it's because they're getting a really fancy bus, or maybe it's because this, this, performing by his side on stage, is all she's ever really wanted.

And it's finally happening.

She's headed to his house for dinner right now because he's decided that he wants to cook for her. She's wary but decides to give him the benefit of the doubt although she's already added multiple take out places to her contact list.

Just in case.

She knocks and waits for a minute but he doesn't answer. She frowns and waits a few more seconds before she tries again and then he's there and opens the door.

"Sorry," he says, and he sounds a little flustered. "I was watching the stove."

She smiles. "No problem," she says, walking through the door. "It smells good, whatever it is you're doing."

She follows him into the kitchen. "Prepare to be amazed," he says, gesturing to the kitchen table, which is set with a cloth tablecloth and wine glasses.

She smiles as she sits down at the bar counter to watch him cook. "Wow, Austin, what's all this for?"

"Do I need a reason?" he answers from his place at the stove as he stirs something with a wooden spoon.

She grins. "You don't need to try to impress me," she says. "I already knew what I was getting myself into."

He turns his head and smiles crookedly at her. "But are you impressed?"

"Depends on how it tastes," she says airily. "How much longer? I'm starving."

"Two minutes," he says. "Wanna open the wine?"

"Sure. Where is it?"

"Fridge, right in front."

She hops down from the barstool and gets the wine out, managing to open it without making too much of a mess. She pours it into the glasses at the table and then he walks over, carrying a big platter.

"Spaghetti a la Moon," he says dramatically, setting it down in front of her before turning around and walking back into the kitchen.

She laughs. "All this for spaghetti, Austin?"

"Garlic bread too," he calls. "And wine, don't forget the wine. It's expensive, Ally."

He walks back in carrying the bread and then sits down across from her. "Two weeks until tour," he says.

She nods. "You nervous?"

"A little. Is that weird? I've never gotten nervous before going on tour before."

"And I'm not nervous at all. That's definitely weird."

"We're a perfect match," he says softly, locking eyes with hers as he lifts his glass to toast. She gives him a small smile and she clinks her glass with his as she imagines the fifteen-year-old version of Austin Moon saying those same words to her all those years and years ago.

They both take a sip and then they dig in, and she's very pleasantly surprised. "This is amazing, Austin! I'm definitely impressed."

He grins and bites his lip. "Thanks. My mom gave me the recipe. And she might have walked me through it over the phone. But I definitely made it myself."

She shrugs. "It's delicious. But why were you so insistent on making dinner for me?"

"I'll tell you when we're done eating," he says, giving her a small smile.

She frowns suspiciously at him but decides not to push it and instead they talk about the cities they're going to and decide on the final set list for the tour.

He leans back in his chair when he finishes, exhaling loudly. "I'm so full," he says. "But I have dessert."

"Bring it on," she says. "I can't wait to see what else you made."

He goes into the kitchen and comes back a few seconds later carrying two bowls. "Brownies. And ice cream?"

"Did you make the brownies?"

He nods proudly. "From scratch, too."

"I actually like brownies from the box," she says sheepishly. "But these look amazing."

He rolls his eyes. "You would. But here," he says, handing her a bowl. "Let's go into the living room."

"Okay," she says, a little confused, but takes it from him and follows him in.

They sit down on the couch and she curls her legs up under her and leans into his side. They eat slowly and silently and he sets his bowl down on the coffee table as she leans forward to do the same. He wraps an arm around her and she turns her head and pulls back a little to look up at him. He looks anxious, kind of tense, as he looks back down at her, and she's confused.

"What's the matter, Austin?" she asks. "You look…worried or something."

"I um…um…willyoumoveinwithme?" he says so quickly that she barely catches the words, and then he looks away, his cheeks pink.

She can't keep the grin from spreading across her face and when he finally chances a glance at her she throws her arms around him. "Why were you so nervous to ask me?" she asks softly, as he pulls her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Is that was making dinner was all about?"

"Is this a yes?" he asks.

She rolls her eyes at him. "Yes, you idiot," she says.

"I kinda wanted to show you I wouldn't be totally useless if we lived together," he says, pulling her closer. "But really, you will?"

"Of course," she says, and leans forward to kiss him. "But I don't want to move in here," she says, when she pulls back.

"Huh? My place is bigger though, and I thought you liked it," he asks, confused. "You want me to move in with you?"

"No," she says. "I want us to find a new place. That's ours, you know? Not mine and not yours. But we should wait until after we get back from tour. That'll give us time to sell."

"But stay with me until we leave," he mumbles, turning his face into her neck.

"Can't get enough of ol' Ally D, can you?" she teases.

"Never," he says quietly, and she feels her heart skip what feels like a dozen beats.

That's totally normal, right?

They're on their third day of living together when she decides that enough is enough.

"If I see you put one more dish in the sink without unloading the dishwasher first, I will kill you," she seethes, stalking into the kitchen after him.

He pauses with his hand in mid air, about to put another dirty plate in the half-full sink, and he turns his head to look at her guiltily. "Um…"

"Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It."

"But Ally," he whines. "The game's about to start again."

"Does it look like I care?" she asks, scowling, and places her hands on her hips, a horribly girly pose that she had never quite grown out of.

He tries staring her down for a few seconds before realizing that he's already lost the battle and reluctantly begins unloading the dishwasher, clattering the dishes around loudly as he puts them away, grumbling under his breath.

"Really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Are you twelve?"

"How would you know? We weren't even friends when I was twelve," he says smartly.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," she says, sighing. "Look, this is important, Austin. If we're not good at living together, we're not going to be good at being together and—"

"What, you're going to leave me over a dirty sink?" he interrupts, glaring as he puts the last fork away.

"Don't be a jackass, Austin, I'm just—"

He kicks the dishwasher door up with his foot and moves to stand in front of her, his eyes narrowed. "You've only lived here for three days and you want me to change everyth—"

"No!" she yells. "No, I don't want you to change everything," she says, her voice calmer. "I'm just asking you to try changing a few things. I know it'll take time to get used to each other in this new way. But these little things could make us or break us. And if we don't figure this out now, what are we supposed to do when uh, um…" she trails off, blushing.

His eyes soften. "When I marry you, you mean?" he says quietly, taking her hand.

She opens her mouth to say something but he just tugs her closer and bends his head to kiss her.

When they pull apart she can feel her lungs expandcontractexpandcontract but she's completely breathless because she can suddenly see their past, their present, their future, reflected in his eyes.

She swallows. "I didn't mean to imply, um, I mean, marriage isn't something I was thinking about right now and I don't want to—"

"Don't do that," he says, giving her a small smile.

She looks at him, confused.

"I've known since our first date," he says without any hesitation, and she's pretty sure her heart just stopped beating. He pauses. "Actually, if I'm being honest with myself, it's been since way before that."

"How are you always so sure?" she whispers, when she finally finds her voice. "About us, about our music, about everything?"

"Because it's you," he says as if the answer is obvious. "You're it. You've always been it. What do I have to be unsure about?"

She's a writer, first and foremost, and she considers herself to be really good with words but she can't think of any right now so she just steps forward and wraps her arms around him. He seems a little surprised but then he hesitantly circles his arms around her and rests his chin on top of her head. "Are you okay, Ally?" he whispers. "I didn't mean to freak you out or anything, talking about the future like that, I just…"

She just nods against his chest. It catches her off guard sometimes, the easy way he loves her, like it's the most natural thing in the entire world. And it's natural to her too, but she's always been a little more cautious than him and it still takes her aback sometimes, how simple it is for him to love her and to express his love for her.

"Austin?" she says softly after a minute of silence. She doesn't think she can let go of him quite yet so she just tilts her head back slightly to look up at him. "I don't exactly know how you found me. But I hope you know that I will never lose you."

His eyes widen just a bit and she sees him swallow. "You wouldn't be able to even if you tried," he says, and his voice is a little shaky.

She leans forward again and this time she can hear his heartbeat, even and constant beneath her cheek as she closes her eyes. He presses his lips to the top of her head as he wraps her up more tightly in his arms.

"You know, I'm really glad I didn't listen to Dez when he said he wanted fries instead of corn dogs that day."

Ally decides four days before they leave for tour that she wants to write a new song. A song that's just for performing live, something that will probably never be recorded in a studio. It's something she's writing for him, something she wants to surprise him with on the first night, and she's already made arrangements with their tour manager to add it to the set list. She just has to write it. She's already got the verses completed but she's stuck on the rest so she wanders out of Austin's practice room into the living room where he's taking a nap on the couch.

She's discovered a few things about him since they've started living together. He really, really likes taking naps, for example. He's kind of bad at remembering to close the bathroom door when he's…using it. And he eats pancakes a lot more often than she initially thought.

And he's been learning a bunch of things about her, too. Like how she can rarely ever take naps, despite how late they've been up the night before. Or how she's a neat freak about everything except the bathroom counter, which is always a mess of makeup and hair products. And how she sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night craving pickles but she's too warm and wrapped up under the covers to do anything about it so he has to go get them for her.

(She's guessing that one's not his favorite.)

She walks quietly into the room and looks at him for just a moment. He's not wearing a shirt and a blanket is covering him just up to his waist. She had reluctantly gone to the beach with him a couple of days ago at his insistence but she can't say she regrets it now as she looks at his skin, golden and glowing in the sunlight coming in through the open windows. She feels a little odd staring at him so she blinks to clear her head and then kneels down next to him.

"Austin?" she whispers. He's been sleeping for almost two hours so she doesn't really feel bad about waking him up.

He doesn't move a muscle.

"Austin," she says a little more loudly. "Wake up."

He mumbles something and turns on his side. She rolls her eyes and shakes his shoulder so he'll turn around. "I know you can hear me," she says.

He grudgingly rolls over onto his back and opens his eyes, blinking sleepily up at her. "What?"

She bites her lip. "Come on, you've been sleeping forever, let's go do something."

He groans. "But we leave in four days."

She leans in a little closer. "And we'll be stuck in a bus or too tired to do anything but sleep. Come on, please?"

He rubs his face with his hands as he sits up and grumbles a reluctant "fine" so she assumes he's going to get up. But instead he grabs her wrist as she starts to stand and pulls her down. She lands in his lap and he quickly circles his arms around her waist so she can't escape.


"Can you ever just sit still for a minute?" he whispers. "Does your brain ever shut off?"

"Someti—well, no, not really," she says sheepishly. "Someone has to think for the both of us," she teases.

"Yeah?" he asks. He lets his hands slide under the hem of her dress and rubs her thighs gently with his fingertips and her eyelids flutter shut. "So what are you thinking now?" he asks, his lips close to her ear.

She shivers. "I um…um…I oh, do you want to um…" she trails off as he gently nibbles her earlobe and gasps when he tugs lightly with his teeth. She swallows. "Um…we should go…um…do something?" she asks weakly.

"Then let's go do something," he says, much to her surprise, and drops his hands.

Her eyes fly open and she stares at him in disbelief but he just looks back at her with an innocent expression on his face.

"I…you…ugh!" she says exasperatedly. She climbs off his lap and stalks away from the room, her cheeks warm and flushed.

She can hear him laughing behind her and he follows her into the practice room a minute later grinning, still shirtless.

She sits at the piano and turns away from him indignantly, pretending to focus intently on her songbook. He sits down next to her and she glares at him icily before turning away again and scooting farther away from him.

"You suck," she says after a minute, pouting a little.

She sees his grin widen out of the corner of her eye.

"Are you working on a new song?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "You know we've already finalized the set list, right?"

She quickly slams the book shut. "It's nothing," she says nervously. "Just random ideas I'm trying to get out."

He frowns a little but doesn't say anything else. "Okay," he sighs. "So I should get dressed, right?"

She turns her head and immediately fails miserably when she attempts not to stare at his chest. She can practically feel his smirk so she forces her eyes up to his.

His smirk slowly fades and she keeps her eyes on his as she slowly sets down her songbook on top of the piano. He doesn't move but watches her intently as she slides closer to him and lifts her head so their faces are inches apart. They stare at each other for a moment silently, challenging each other to make the first move, but then he suddenly lifts his hand to tangle it in her hair and leans forward and kisses her. She breathes out through her nose and wraps her arms around his neck and he tugs her closer with his other arm.

He tilts his head back after a minute and leans his forehead against hers. "Do you still want to do something?" he mumbles, and she flushes.

"I think we were doing something," she whispers back, only slightly shy, and then she kisses him again before she can see the expression on his face. He lowers his hands to the hem of her dress and pulls upward as she runs her fingers down his back. She leans away from him again and lifts her arms so he can pull it off and then she feels his fingertips dragging slowly up her sides.

She kisses him again and sighs a little when she feels his hands trail up to the clasp on her bra and he struggles for a brief second before undoing it. She leans back and lets it fall to the floor and even though it's nothing new, him seeing her bare skin, the look in his eyes hasn't changed and her breath still catches like the very first time. He slowly lowers his hands until he reaches the waistband of her underwear and she lifts her hips so he can pull them off, shivering a little as his fingers trail down her legs.

They're still on the piano bench sitting side by side and it's starting to get uncomfortable so he swings one leg over so he's straddling it and then he pulls her toward him so she's seated on his lap, her legs on either side of his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. She inhales sharply when she feels hardness underneath her through his boxers and she can't help but grind her hips down a little. He lets out a breath at the friction and tilts his head up to her neck.

"Ally," he mumbles. "Hold on."

She's extremely confused for a second but then he starts to stand up and she scrambles to hold onto him. He maneuvers around the bench, his hands firmly gripping her backside, and then he sets her down on top of the piano.

She was expecting him to carry her to the bedroom but it doesn't look like he's planning on doing that anytime soon as he lets go of her to tug his boxers off. And then he's standing between her legs, his face level with hers, his hands lightly rubbing her upper thighs, and she takes in a deep breath.

"Are we really…on the piano?" she breathes out. "But—"

He cuts her off by kissing her deeply, lifting one hand to cup the back of her head, and she just kind of forgets where she is because all she can focus on is him. It's maybe a little scary sometimes; the ease with which she can lose herself in him, like he's the only thing she knows and will ever need to know.

She makes an involuntary sound when his hands travel to her breasts and he circles his thumbs around her nipples before pinching lightly. She gasps into his mouth when he does it and he breaks away to press his lips to her jaw, slowly moving down her neck.

"Should we move?" he mumbles, before biting down lightly on the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. She forces in a breath as he soothes the area with his tongue and tightens her legs around his waist.

"N-no," she answers, closing her eyes. He lowers his head to her breasts and presses a soft kiss to each of her nipples before taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. She lets her head fall back when he hums around the tender skin and she bites her lip painfully to hold back a moan.

"I wanna hear you," he says, his mouth still around her breast, and then he suddenly skims his fingers over her center. It's not enough, it's not nearly enough, but she immediately groans so loudly she swears she hears an echo.

"That's better," he whispers, bringing his head up to kiss her again, and then slowly strokes his fingers back and forth so lightly she briefly thinks about shoving him away to take care of it herself.

"Austin," she whimpers, pushing him away slightly. "Come on."

"Hmm?" He starts kissing her shoulder, his fingers still barely touching her. "What is it, Ally?"

"Are you being serious right now?" she complains, trying to shift closer to his hand, but he just pulls back every time she does it. "I—" she cuts herself off with a loud moan when he abruptly inserts two long fingers into her, his thumb pressing firmly against her most sensitive spot.

He lifts his head to look at her, his fingers perfectly still. "Is this what you wanted?" he says, his voice a little unsteady.

She widens her eyes incredulously. "Move, please, Austin," she whines, and then he does, this fingers relentlessly pushing in and out, his thumb circling roughly. She's dangerously close when he lowers his head to run his tongue along her collarbone and she digs her heels into his lower back so hard she knows she's probably hurting him but he doesn't say anything.

She's almost there, almost there when he suddenly removes his hand. She whimpers. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Ally," he whispers, but really, he has absolutely nothing to apologize for because he ducks his head down and then his mouth is where she needs him. His tongue is rough and demanding and all she can do is say his name over and over and over again, Austin Austin Austin. He sucks hard on the tiny bundle of nerves and she lets her head fall back as she moans incoherently. When she feels his teeth graze the area before his tongue pushes into her, she's completely gone, her vision going white. He grips her hips tightly as she loses it, keeping his mouth on her while she rides it out. He presses a kiss to her inner thigh when she finally stops trembling, and then he stands up again as she looks at him with half lidded eyes.

He licks his lips and stares at her as she slowly sits up a little. "I won't ever be able to look at the piano the same way," she says weakly.

He smirks. "That was kind of the point."

She shivers a little at the look in his eyes and she reaches out to wrap her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He holds her tightly and lifts her up from the piano as she turns her face into his neck and slides her hands into his hair. She can feel stirrings of arousal forming again as he carries her out of the practice room and she marvels at his self-control. "How have you not completely lost it?" she mumbles, pressing her lips to his collarbone.

He lets out a shaky breath. "What makes you think I'm not about to?" he answers, quickening his pace toward the bedroom. He practically drops her on the bed when he reaches it and she can barely even let out a surprised breath before he positions himself above her. He grasps his length in his hand and a second later she feels just the tip of him enter her. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched as he tries to compose himself but she doesn't want him to, she wants to see him really lose control for once because he always, always puts her satisfaction before his own. So she wraps her arms around him and pulls him down as she shifts her hips forward so he's completely buried inside her.

She chokes out his name as he groans loudly. "I don't...I don't...Austin, just...stop holding back," she mumbles almost incoherently, letting her head fall back on the mattress.

And he doesn't. The next thing she knows he's pulling out of her again and she makes a sound of protest but then his mouth is by her ear. "Turn over. Hands and knees," he says, and his voice is low and rough and deep and she's never heard anything like it.

She swallows at the tone of his voice and does what he says. She's shaking a little in anticipation and she feels his hands on her hips for a second before he thrusts into her from behind. He's completely inside her in one stroke and she cries out, her arms shaking and her head dropping forward. He slams into her over and over and over again and he's gripping her hips with almost bruising force and she can feel his pelvic bones against her backside and the angle is just so good. She has no idea how she manages to stay on her knees because every part of her feels like it's about to collapse but then he slows his pace and leans forward to cup her breast in one hand as the other circles her center slowly. He tugs on her nipple and flicks his fingers and he's saying her name and it's like he's absolutely everywhere.

When he pulls out completely a few seconds later she lets out a sob and she feels like she's about to cry until she feels him wrap an arm around her. He flips her over onto her back and then he's inside her again and his body is flush against hers, his chest pressed to hers, and this is her favorite, her absolute favorite because it feels like he's completely surrounding her. She cups his cheeks in her hands and kisses him and then he goes over the edge, groaning her name. She follows just a few seconds later and he lies there on top of her, both of them panting.

She sighs contentedly when she recovers, letting her body relax underneath his. They lie there for a moment as they both catch their breath and then he presses his lips to her cheek as he pulls out of her. He doesn't try to move off of her, knowing by now that she loves this, loves this feeling of his body completely enveloping her own. He buries his face in her neck and she wraps her arms around him. He mumbles something.

"What?" she asks.

He turns his head slightly. "If that's your idea of doing something, I'm never taking a nap ever again."

"Do you remember the last time we were here?" he asks.

They're standing offstage, watching their opening act perform. They're in Miami, of all places, to kick off the start of their tour, at the same venue that had brought them together all those months and months ago.

"How could I ever forget?" she answers, tilting her head up to look at him. His eyes are still on the stage but he takes her hand and squeezes lightly. She turns her eyes back to the performance and they're silent for a minute, as she thinks about that night.

She had been nearly paralyzed with fear at the prospect of going on stage with him. But she had done it, she had finally done it, and she wouldn't have known it at that point, but that one decision had changed everything.

It's fitting, she thinks, that they're starting off here. Because they've been circling each other their entire lives, always together but never really together, but now, they've completed that circle both professionally and personally. And neither of them would have been ready if it had happened any earlier, she realizes. At least she wouldn't have been. It had taken a long, long time for her to overcome her biggest fear and it was only after that had happened that she felt like she was finally ready to be with him.

It was never about being good enough for Austin, though. It's about being good enough for herself, being completely happy with who she is, and being completely happy with who they are, together. She'd been happy, sure, as Austin's songwriter, but that feeling was nothing compared to how she felt now, being his partner on stage. Their music is really their music now, written and performed by Austin Moon and Ally Dawson.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, because she's been staring blankly at the stage for a few minutes now.

She blinks a few times. "Yeah," she says. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

She smiles and looks up at him. "You," she says.

Their set goes amazingly well, for it being the first show of the tour. There's a problem with the lighting for two songs where she's completely blinded, but other than that, neither of them forget any lyrics, their voices are on point, and she manages not to trip even once.

He hugs her as soon as they get off stage, picking her up and spinning her around, and she laughs. "That was incredible, Ally," he says, when he puts her down. "Did you hear the audience?"

She nods and then grins, biting her lip. "I have a surprise for you," she says.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Here, Ally? But we're in publ—"

"Oh, shut up and get on stage," she says, rolling her eyes.

"On stage?" he says, a shocked expression on his face. "I never knew you—"

She sighs and drags him out by his arm and the crowd goes insane as soon as they appear. "Go stand over there," she says, pointing to the other side, and he winks at her before he follows her instructions.

She walks to the microphone stand and lifts it up. "So some of you might know that Austin and I are dating," she says.

"And he's kind of maybe the best thing that ever happened to me, so I wrote a song for him. Kind of about…everything. Do you guys want to hear it?" The audience cheers wildly and she grins.

She turns to look at him before she starts and he's staring back at her with solemn eyes, full of an emotion she can't quite put words to, but she feels warmth spread through her entire body.

Last summer we met, we started as friends
I can't tell you how it all happened
Then autumn it came, we were never the same
Those nights everything felt like magic

She takes a step closer to him and she watches him swallow.

And I wonder if you miss me too
If you don't, it's the one thing that I wish you knew

I think about you, every morning when I open my eyes
I think about you, every evening when I turn out the lights
I think about you, every moment, every day of my life
You're on my mind, all the time, it's true

I think about you, you, you, you, you
I think about you, you, you, you, you

She can't look away from him. She completely forgets that they're on stage, that they're not alone, that there are thousands of people watching them.

Would you know what to say, if I saw you today
Would you let it all crumble to pieces?
Cause I know that I should forget you if I could
I can't yet, for so many reasons

I think about you, every morning when I open my eyes
I think about you, every evening when I turn out the lights
I think about you, every moment, every day of my life
You're on my mind, all the time, it's true

I think about you, you, you, you, you
I think about you, you, you, you, you

She smiles at him and opens her mouth to start the bridge but he suddenly produces a microphone out of nowhere and beats her to it, and her jaw drops.

How long 'till I stop pretending
What we have is never ending
If all we are is just a moment, don't forget me 'cause I won't and
I can't help myself

He smiles and walks forward and takes her hand in his and she looks up at him in disbelief.

I think about you
I think about you

It's her turn to swallow as he looks down at her, and she feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest.

I think about you, every morning when I open my eyes
I think about you, every evening when I turn out the lights
I think about you, every moment, every day of my life
You're on my mind, all the time, it's true

I think about you, you, you, you, you

Her voice joins his for the last line and it's quiet and beautiful and perfect.

I think about you, you, you, you, you

The crowd erupts but he doesn't take his eyes off of her even as she jumps a little at the sound and turns her head to face the audience. "Thank you so much, Miami," she manages to say, and then he squeezes her hand and they walk off the stage.

As soon as they're out of the view of the audience, she whirls around to face him. "What was that?" she asks, still completely in shock.

He grins sheepishly. "I…might have touched your book," he admits.

He pauses. "Are you mad?" he asks hesitantly, when she doesn't reply right away.

"You just serenaded me," she says a little dazedly, because she can't wrap her mind around it quite yet.

"You just serenaded me," he replies.

"And you touched my book!" she says accusingly, pointing at him.

He cringes. "Are you really mad?"

"Mad?" she asks loudly, and then drops her voice when a few people whip their heads around to look at her. "Am I mad?" she asks, more quietly. "Am I mad that you touched my book even though I've been telling you for years not to and that you went and sang me a song I wrote for you and that you told me you wanted to marry me and that you're in love with me and that we're buying a house together and that—"

"So…yes?" he interrupts, raising his eyebrows.

She tries not to laugh but completely fails and he grins at her. When she finally stops, his eyes are telling her everything, and her own eyes are wide as she looks back up at him.

"Maybe it's our book now," she whispers.

And when he kisses her, she knows that their circle will never really end.

Maybe they're more like a line, anyway, if she remembers her geometry correctly.

Never ending.

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