Epilogue
A month later, we were settled into our apartment near campus. I’d gone back to school, and Ryker had taken a security job there so he could stay close. He still watched over me, was my protective big brother in public, but when we were alone, he fucked me like I was the only one he’d ever want.
The apartment wasn’t big, but it was our own little world tucked away from everyone who knew us.
Mornings I’d wake up to his hands already on me, sliding over my body with that same hungry need.
He’d kiss me slow and deep then pull me close and fuck me like he couldn’t get enough, like every time was the first.
Our love was messy and wrong to the outside world, but to us, it was perfect, and I’d never change it.
At night when the shades were drawn and we were just a couple navigating this new relationship away from prying eyes, he’d hold me close, his hand resting on my hip, and we’d talk about the future, about how maybe in the future we could tell our parents.
We’d think about how we’d find the right way and the right time because hiding forever didn’t feel right anymore.
At times the old guilt still whispered, reminding me of the family we were lying to and the lines we’d crossed. But Ryker would feel the shift in me and pull me closer, kissing my forehead and whispering that this was our truth and there was nothing to be ashamed about.
And every time, I had no doubts because I believed him.
Our love was messy and wrong to the outside world, but to us it was everything. We both knew it wouldn’t be easy. There would be hard conversations ahead, moments of doubt, and the constant weight of our secret.
But we were in it together.
That was what made it all worth it. The way he looked at me like I was his whole world, the way we fit together even when everything else felt complicated.
The End.