Epilogue
Harper
One year later…
Today marks the one-year anniversary of a lot of firsts for Taylor and me.
A year of being together, formally. A year since his retirement, and the start of his new career as a personal trainer.
A year since we said I love you out loud to each other for the first time.
Tonight, I’m cooking him a special dinner so we can celebrate together and then celebrate again after.
As I’m stirring the sauce, I hear Taylor come in. He walks into the kitchen brandishing a brown bag and a huge smile. “What’s in the bag?” I ask.
“Something for later. You’ll see. Mmm, something smells delicious. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go change,” he says and heads for the bedroom.
After a few minutes, he returns wearing a tight black tee and a pair of stonewashed jeans that hug his ass perfectly. I almost ruin dinner with my drooling, but I compose myself and set the table, lighting the candles for the right ambiance.
Dinner turned out amazing, and we immediately jump into the shower together after we finish eating. Then I put on this really sexy lavender lacy one piece. I find Taylor sitting on the bed in nothing but some gray sweatpants and the brown bag in his lap. He gulps audibly as I step closer to him.
“Fuck, Harper, you’re always gorgeous but that…that outfit is the icing on the cake.” He grabs me at the waist and pulls me down on him. “And you smell absolutely divine,” he says as he runs his nose up my neck and then nibbles on my ear.
“Thank you,” I say and back away so he can’t distract me anymore. I’m dying to know what is in that bag, and he’s going to tell me. Now. “So, it’s killing me. What’s in the bag, Taylor?”
He leans over and reaches into my nightstand, pulling out number eighty-five. Confusion must be written all over my face because he laughs as he tosses it from one hand to the other and then right into the trash can next to the bed.
“Taylor! What are you doing? You know that’s my favorite toy!” Why would he do that?
“Relax, baby. I just figured since your number eighty-five has fully retired his number, this one should retire too.” I start to protest, but he places a finger to my lips.
“Be patient. I wouldn’t leave you abandoned like that.
I got you something that I think you will enjoy a lot more.
” He reaches into the bag and pulls out another vibrator.
I stare at it momentarily because it looks oddly familiar. Like I’ve seen it before.
“Taylor is that…” the words escape me, so I just stare at the toy in his hand.
“Look familiar? I may have ordered this kit that allows you to… cast a mold of your… appendage, and then you can use that to make a silicone toy, complete with a vibrator inserted that I can control with an app on my phone.
“Oh my god, let's try it out. Right now. Please!” I beg.
He laughs as he scoops me into his lap and kisses me. “Just a minute. I have one more surprise for you.” This time he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a little blue box. When he opens it, there’s a beautiful diamond ring inside. I gasp. “Harper, I love you with all my…”
Immediately, I interrupt him. “Yes!” I scream excitedly. I don’t even wait for or need the question.
Taylor will always be my forever.