Enchanted By Envy (Passing Through Cafe #4)

Epilogue

Some Years Later

The sky was a mix of pinks, oranges, and yellows as the coming sunrise outlined the Montana mountains in gold. Zef sat on their porch swing, steaming mug of tea in hand, and snuggled closer into Bryce’s side. He smelled like their homemade soap and hay from their barn and home.

Bryce smelled like home; he always had.

Resting their temple on his shoulder, they twined their lower right hand with his until their fingers fit together perfectly and breathed in the crisp, spring morning, utterly content. He kissed the top of their head and squeezed their hand, and they smiled.

“Good or bad?” Bryce whispered into their hair, and Zef wasted no time responding, “Good. So very, very good.”