I look over at Sarah on the car ride home. Her face is beaming. All that over the top makeup isn't making her look too dolled up now. She looks delectable. Happy. Leaning into us both.

I can't believe this is really fucking happening. Her shit bag parents thought they could just buy her and take her back after all this...but Trevor fixed that and we get to keep our girl. 

"Sarah, you sure this is what you want? Trevor and I, we might as well have all the money in the world. We could give you anything, get you anything you want, no strings attached," I tell her. I mean those words, despite every dark part in my soul. I don't want to want to give her up, but that's how much I love her. Enough to do it if needs be.

"No matter how many times you ask me that," Sarah says, narrowing her eyes at me, "My answer is not going to change." She laughs, the most carefree sound in the world that I've ever heard. But there's something else there, too. 

"You're sure? I mean, you don't have to stay with us," I say and look to Trevor. To his credit, he doesn't have that goofy grin he seems to wear all the time, particularly as far as Sarah is concerned. 

"Yes, Sarah, you are a free woman. We weren't really buying you. We were buying your freedom. You can have all that money, and never see us again, if that's what you want." Trevor says and he's dead serious. None of that usual humor in his voice. No smirk.

Sarah takes a deep breath. "Look, I have thought about everything. I know you're both more loaded than God, but...this is the life I want. I want to go back to school, sure, but I just needed to take time to be what I wanted to be, and you've given me that." Sarah inhales and looks back and forth to both of us.

"As soon as you're ready to start school, yes, we'll get you set up. We can go now--" I start but Sarah interrupts me.

"That is so sweet of you, and we'll take care of that soon enough, but that's not really what any of us has in mind right now," Sarah says, licking her lips.

Goddamn, that woman is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Still, I need to know that she's happy. I take her hand in mine and I squeeze it for dear fucking life.

"I just have to know that you're truly happy. And if that's what you're telling me, I will accept it. I want you to have the world."

Sarah kisses me on the cheek. Then she does the same to Trevor, taking his hand and squeezing it, too.

"You know," she says with a smile. "I know that people say they want to give someone the world, and they may even mean it. But the two of you are capable of just that. You could give me the world. You could probably buy me another one or someone else's or something, but I really don't want much. Just you two, forever. None of these mind games. No holding back. There are zero reasons that we can't be forever, as long as that's what you two want, too."

"YES!" Trevor and I both say in unison. 

Seriously, if one thing is for sure, we both want Sarah with everything we have. We have never wanted anything more. I knew when I saw Sarah, I had to have her...and I also know that Trevor was going to want her just as much. It is an odd little thing but the three of us really work. I believe Sarah when she says that this is what she really wants. So I will have to take her word for it. I will do my damnedest, at least.

"This car ride feels impossibly long," I say, exhaling. 

Trevor laughs. "Yeah, I know the feeling. But tonight is too special for us to start fucking right here in the car. Champagne?" He pops a panel out in front of us and busts out the bar. 

Just what we need with emotions flying so high. Alcohol. No, really, I have my hand out, a flute in it, and some bubbly pouring down my throat before I can think otherwise. We all do the same with the first few sips. 

"We need to be cheesy and cheer, you alcoholics," Sarah says. "But I'm having water," she says, and I see that's she's go sparkling but not bubbly in her flute. That's just as well. I wouldn't want her to get sleep when we need her to up for absolutely everything we have to do to her body when we get to the house.

"To us," Trevor says, raising his champagne flute.

We all raise ours and clink them. 

"Forever," Sarah says. 

Now I'm wearing a wide grin. That's exactly what I want to toast to. I drink up, watching them both sip as well, and think, fuck. This is too damn perfect. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life.

Well, that, and the feeling that I'll have when I bury myself inside Sarah and know she's mine. She wants to be mine. She'll always be mine. Because after everything that kept me from her disappearing, and knowing she really wants this...I am the luckiest fucking man in the world. I tend to take quite a few things for granted but one thing I never will is being able to love the woman of my fucking dreams for the rest of my life.