The next two weeks passed in the sweetest blur I’d ever known. Every morning Colossus woke me the same way — with coffee on the nightstand and his lips brushing soft kisses along my shoulder until I stirred. Then he’d pull me into his chest, wrap those massive arms around me, and hold me like the world could wait. “You’re glowing,” he’d murmur against my hair. “I think it’s the future we’re building. Or maybe it’s just you. Either way, I’m the luckiest man alive.” I’d laugh softly and kiss him until we were both breathless, whispering how much I loved the gentle giant who made me feel like the center of the universe. The shop was rising faster than I expected. Colossus worked on it every spare minute he had. I’d find him out there after patrols, sleeves rolled up, hammering beams with

