Epilogue
Nicolas
Three months later
Patrick turns into me, snuggling closer as his eyes squint from the sunlight blaring through the large bedroom window.
“So I was thinking pie for breakfast.”
“Were you?”
“Mhm,” he says, tapping his finger against my mouth. “Apple pie.”
“There is one left in the freezer from the baking frenzy you went on last weekend.”
“It was just me. Glenn needed some for the farmer's market and then we made some extras because we know how much my mom hates uneven numbers when it comes to baking.”
“You're such a strange family.”
“Say the man who keeps a jar of teeth next to his money while his brother basically lives on a grave site.”
I laugh and shake my head at the memory of him walking in on me adding my latest additions.
They belonged to his brother's other so-called friends who tried to skip town.
It made it easy to make it look like that's exactly what they did too.
Patrick perched himself on my desk looking pensive and the first thing that came out of his mouth was, “Did they deserve it.”
I reassured him they did and that's all it took for him to move onto what was for dinner.
Nothing should surprise me about him at this point but there is never a dull moment when we are together.
It's an excitement I never had before and I think it could be enough to replace the one I get from killing for a living.
I won't though. I won't because that isn't the guy who won little bo over.
If he wanted a normal small town farmer he would have looked elsewhere. Instead he kept moving in my direction.
Toward the danger and darkness. Toward the man who made his brightness stand out more.
He's my light and I'm his downfall. He slips further down and I gladly take him with me, distracting him with pleasure so he doesn't realize that he's slowly being dragged down to hell with the person who is enjoying taking him there way too much.
“Nicolas,” he whispers against my chest.
“Hm?” I stare down at him.
“I think…I know I could fall for you soon.”
“Are you talking about love?”
“Yeah.” He nibbles on his lip. “Would you be okay with that?”
I lean my head on his. “I can be as long as you're okay with me not ever being able ever to get there. It's not something I think I'm capable of but….you should know what I do feel is way stronger. Way more consuming and an obsession I'll never lose.”
He swallows hard, tugging at my chin. “I'm okay with that as long as you always keep your promise to be everywhere I need you.”
“You don't ever have to worry about that. I'll be there even when you don't. When you don't want me to. You're stuck with me Bo. You had a choice not to be once but that's long gone now.”
“Is that….” his breath hitches. “Do you mean that?”
“With every fucking fribre of my being.”
“Good,” he says, rubbing his cock over mine. “Now are you going to put that pie in the oven or should I?”