Dutch held your hips lightly as you straddled his waist. The gang was long gone, but so was your mind, as well as Dutches.

Dutch and you had been staying in a cabin, all the way in a whole other country. Micah had died so you both hadn’t had much to worry about.

“Your crazy matches my crazy — big time.” You said to Dutch, who only replied with a snicker.

“It does indeed, my dear.” Dutch replied, a charming grin on his lips. He was getting used to this — just you and him forever now.