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FIVE YEARS LATER

"And here's the last fucking box," Bea groaned as she placed the box down on the floor before glaring at me. "I hate you for making me help you move all your shit into your new house."

I grinned, swinging an arm around her shoulder. "You could have given up an hour ago when Shane did." I nodded my head over to Shane who was sitting on the counter recording us on his phone, grinning cheekily.

"I'm not a lazy fucker like my boyfriend," Bea rolled her eyes, pushing my arm off her. "Can we go eat now?" They had been dating for two years now....