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romantically, although you own so much of my heart, love.” Janey’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped. Spirit grabbed her hands, pulling them up to her ribs and pressing them into her. “My heart still beats for you Janey. You own my soul. And if… if I had been born differently, I would be marrying you today, not Bulk. You are the most important person on this earth to me, after Brandon of course.” She winked as Janey gave out a choked laugh. They stared at each other, Spirit trying to convey her feelings for her best friend through her eyes as Janey tried to express hers through her tears. They pulled into a hug, their arms holding onto each other, their fingers clawing desperately at the other.
    I swiped at the tears that dripped from my eyes, my huge smile a contradiction to my weeping. I wasn’t sure if I was gutted for Janey, or happy that her secret was finally out in the open. Spirit couldn’t have honoured her any more than she did, and I was grateful for her sensitivity and affection.
    We each stood, looking at one another, dragging in a breath as Julie picked up a silver tray, passing it round until we all had a flute of champagne, holding hers high. “A toast,” she began with a smile, her gaze finding Spirit. “I know I have only been with you lovely ladies for a short while, but in that time, each of you have welcomed me into your family. I love each of you, as I do the boys. But today marks something special. Love. As simple and corny as it sounds, it just goes to show that that emotion is as complex as the most intricate matrix, involving so many elements that we never truly find its beginning or end.”
    Her eyes moved to us all, her warm smile reaching each one of us. “And our friendship is as beautiful as our bride today, our connection as strong as Spirit and Bulk’s love for each other. Our souls as bound to each other as Spirit will be to the headboard tonight.”
    We all laughed, Spirit nodding eagerly, “Hopefully!” she declared.
    E lifted her own glass and we all joined her, each rim of our glasses touching in a circle above our heads. “To freedom, friends and fucking!” she toasted.
    “Freedom, friends and fucking!” we each echoed, bringing our drinks to our lips and sealing our toast with a sip of the smooth bubbly, chilled nectar.
    One double door flung open. We all turned to gawp as Daniel fell through, landing on his knees on the plush carpet in front of us. His face slowly lifted as we stood staring at him. His blurry eyes roamed the room, his forehead creasing when he squinted to focus. He swayed, dropping his palms to the floor to steady himself. “Ladies,” he slurred.
    “Romeo?” Spirit gasped as we stood stock still staring at him. “You’re pissed!”
    He nodded firmly, his head bobbing up and down in a jerky movement. “That I am. But I must say, you look fucking beautiful, Spirit.”
    His eyes moved around the room until they stopped on me. “Zo,” he whispered. His tone was almost painful as though it agonised him to look at me. A blush lit my face when his gaze fell to roam over my body. It was only then I remembered my lack of clothing. Stupidly I brought my hands up to my chest, trying to cover my half covered breasts from his hooded observation.
    “Bloody hell, now that’s fucking beauty,” he breathed before a sob left him. I frowned, my heart clenching at his obvious distress. His face crumbled as tears slid down his cheeks. I moved across the carpet, crouching in front of him when I reached him.
    “Hey,” I spoke quietly, my hand automatically coming up to cup his face. My soul cheered in delight to his touch, a touch I had missed for over two years, a delight that intensified when he pushed his face further into my embrace.
    He mirrored my caress, bringing his hand to my face, pressing his soft hand into the heat of my face, his thumb gently stroking back and forth over my cheekbone. “She’s gone, Ink.” His head was shaking as more tears