Epilogue
One year later
“I knew I made the right decision booking Greece for our honeymoon,” Alexis said slowly, testing the waters, because the truth was Birdie had done all the organizing.
Birdie rolled her eyes. “Are you trying to get a reaction out of me?”
“Depends on the reaction,” Alexis said, smiling.
She adjusted the wide-brimmed hat shading her face and pretended to enjoy the view.
Their villa was perched on the caldera’s edge.
From their terrace, the Aegean glittered below in impossible shades of blue stitched with whitecaps.
Sunlight bounced off the domed rooftops and narrow stone stairways bleached white by the sun spiraled down to the water where the horizon melted into the sky.
But who was she kidding? The view didn’t stand a chance.
Not with Birdie stretched out on top of her, wearing a bikini suit far too tiny for anyone’s own good.
Her sun-kissed skin pressed against Alexis’s body.
Her body was warm and smooth and just a little wet from their swim earlier in their infinity pool that seemed to spill straight into the sea.
“You’re ridiculous,” Birdie murmured, pressing a kiss to Alexis’s lips.
“And you love it,” Alexis countered, capturing another kiss before Birdie could protest. “That’s why you married me.”
Birdie laughed. It was so light and airy Alexis had to remind herself she wasn’t floating away on a cloud, but then again honeymoons should feel like that.
Otherwise, you weren’t doing it right. “I married you because you proposed at a book fair,” Birdie reminded her.
“In front of a cardboard cutout of Virginia Woolf, no less.”
“When you say it like that, it sounds absolutely terrible,” Alexis replied, groaning.
She’d spent weeks trying to plan the perfect proposal while simultaneously racing against the clock.
Birdie had asked her for a Pinterest login, which was a dead giveaway since Alexis had a secret board full of ring styles and proposal ideas.
The only reason Birdie would want her details was to get a glimpse of that.
But Alexis had hoped to get there first. She wanted to surprise Birdie and propose first.
“And it wasn’t a book fair; it was a literary festival.
There were fairy lights. I hired a jazz trio to pretend to spontaneously play our song.
” The song Kitchen Door by Wolf Alice became their song after Birdie had played it on a loop for hours without either noticing.
“It took a lot of planning to get your friends to hide behind the table of first editions waiting to pop champagne. Believe me, it wasn’t easy. Jade was rather—”
“Excited,” Birdie interrupted, laughing. “And you also dropped the ring box.”
“I was nervous,” Alexis said, grinning. Every time their engagement came up in conversation, she relived it.
She reminisced on the way her hands shook, the feel of the velvet box against her fingertips, the lump in her throat, and the wild flutter in her chest when Birdie had said yes.
“You were crying before I even got to the good part.”
“I was not,” Birdie protested, though the smile on her face and that gorgeous twinkle in her eye told the exact opposite. Big round circles of tears had streamed down her face as soon as Alexis had opened the box.
“You were,” Alexis said, tilting Birdie’s chin up with a finger.
Birdie’s lips curved just before Alexis kissed her.
It started off soft and slow and lovely, and then turned deeper, faster, and a little wild.
Birdie made a sound that went straight to Alexis’s head, and Alexis completely forgot they were out on the terrace off their bedroom. Fortunately, it was completely private.
She smoothed her hand down the length of Birdie’s back.
The skin there was warm from the sun and impossibly smooth.
Birdie shifted even closer, and her leg moved between Alexis’s thighs, hitting her center.
Suddenly, Alexis forgot what day it was and what continent they were on.
But at least she didn’t forget how her hands worked.
She slipped her fingers beneath the thin strap of Birdie’s bikini bottom, just enough to feel skin.
Her phone went off. A shrill, absurd ringtone that broke the moment like a dropped champagne glass. Alexis groaned and fumbled for her phone on the table beside them, but Birdie’s hand was already over hers.
“Leave it,” Birdie murmured, her voice as lazy as the sun on the horizon. “It’s our honeymoon. We’re allowed to ignore our phones for once.”
“I can’t,” Alexis said, shaking her head. Even before she spoke, she knew Birdie was going to frown, to ask why, since they didn’t really say no to each other anymore. Not unless no meant yes.
Birdie frowned. “Why?” she asked. “I thought we decided we weren’t going to let any distractions get in the way, and last time I checked, your phone ringing is a huge distraction.”
Alexis hesitated, chewing at her bottom lip. She wasn’t quite sure how to approach this. Yes, they were on their honeymoon, and yes, they had sworn off phones except for music and photos. No calls. No texts. No contact with the outside world. But this was kind of important.
“I set an alarm,” Alexis admitted finally.
“For what?” Birdie’s frown deepened, and Alexis automatically smoothed her fingers across Birdie’s forehead.
“The new season of The Sapphic Match just went live.”
There was a second where the words hung in the salty, sun-warmed air, and another where Birdie seemed to have trouble processing it.
But then she laughed so loudly that her body shook against Alexis.
Soon enough, the entire thing seemed absolutely ridiculous.
Pausing their Greek honeymoon just to see who the new bachelorette was and scrutinizing the ten contestants about to compete for her attention was rather silly.
Alexis deserved to laugh at herself for thinking it was a good idea.
“You’re right,” Alexis said, flipping her phone screen face down. “You’re completely right. Let’s just focus on us. Where were—”
“Hey,” Birdie said, cutting her off. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to watch it.”
Alexis grinned. She honestly didn’t think she could love someone more than she loved Birdie. It was utterly impossible.
They shifted on the oversized double lounge chair.
Birdie tucked her legs in, curled up against Alexis’s side, and rested her head on her shoulder.
Alexis held her phone landscape, tilting it just right so that they both had a perfect view.
She logged into the app, and a second later the video began streaming.
There was the trademark Sapphic Match theme music—big, dramatic, and a little cheesy—swelling through the speakers, and Alexis nearly found herself humming along.
It didn’t matter that the show was toxic, that she literally had to endure it twice to realize that one woman dating ten others was actually bizarre.
But at least it gave her Birdie, and that was all that mattered.
Vivian walked onto the screen, shining as bright as a diamond.
Her hair was somehow whiter than before, and her skin was somehow smoother.
“Welcome to season seven of The Sapphic Match,” she announced.
“This season, we’re bringing you more romance, more drama, and of course, breathtaking sunsets and swoon-worthy dates.
But as you all know, only one of you can capture the heart of our bachelorette.
” She swung her arm out, those polished fingers fluttering toward the door.
“Let us welcome our newest bachelorette…”
The screen froze. A second later, Alexis’s phone went completely black.
Birdie blinked. “What the hell just happened?”
“Battery died,” Alexis said disappointedly. She held the phone up, showing a black screen. “Forgot to charge it this morning.”
Birdie laughed again. The sound was music to Alexis’s ears. “Well, there is something else we can do.”
Before Alexis could ask, Birdie launched herself forward and was on top of Alexis. She pressed her lips to Alexis’s mouth, yanked the hat off her head, and tangled her fingers in her hair.
Alexis’s surprise melted into an eager hum against Birdie’s mouth.
The opening episode was long forgotten. The only thing that existed was the warm weight of her wife on her lap and the sound of the sea below their private balcony.
“Is that so?” she murmured, her hands already sliding from Birdie’s back to the knot of her bikini top, letting the fabric fall away.
“Absolutely,” Birdie whispered, her breath hot against Alexis’s cheek. She kissed her wife again, slow and deep, before pulling back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were glossy with intent. “Lie back.”
Alexis smiled as she sank into the plush cushions of the oversized lounger.
The late afternoon sun painted her skin in gold.
Birdie moved with a purpose that sent a thrill straight through Alexis.
She grabbed a plush, tasseled pillow from a nearby chair and dropped it onto the tiled floor at the base of the lounger.
Birdie knelt on it, her knees sinking into the softness. She hooked her fingers into the sides of Alexis’s bikini bottoms and whispered, “Lift your hips for me.”
Alexis arched off the lounger, and a shiver ran through her as the tiny scrap of fabric was eased down her legs and tossed aside.
Birdie’s warm hand gripped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the lounger until she was positioned perfectly.
Then Birdie draped Alexis’s legs over her shoulders, settling the weight of them comfortably as she leaned in.
The first touch of her tongue was a soft, slow stripe that made Alexis gasp as her fingers clenched in the cushions.
Birdie didn’t rush. She explored with devoted intent, tracing every fold and lingering when Alexis shivered.
Each slow drag of her mouth drew another helpless twitch from Alexis’s hips.
Alexis tipped her head back and let a moan escape her parted lips.
The world narrowed to the feel of Birdie’s mouth, the sound of her own ragged breathing, and the distant cry of gulls.
Birdie’s tongue found a rhythm, a relentless, circling pressure that coiled the tension in Alexis’s core tighter and tighter.
With every stroke of her wife’s tongue, Alexis could feel the heat building, a desperate, climbing wave. Her hips began to move of their own accord, a slight, helpless rocking against Birdie’s mouth. “Don’t stop,” Alexis breathed. “Right there… God, Birdie…”
Birdie answered by stroking her tongue against her, the vibration a shock of pure pleasure that shattered Alexis’s last shred of control. Her orgasm crashed over her, a breathless shudder that arched her spine and left her trembling. Birdie lapped softly until the last tremor subsided.
Alexis reached down, her fingers tangling in Birdie’s sun-warmed hair. She gently tugged her up. “If there were a rose ceremony for that tongue, you’d win every single episode,” she said, a little breathless. “Now get up here and sit on my face.”
Birdie rose on unsteady knees, her lips glistening, her chest rising and falling with her own quick breaths.
Alexis sat up, her hands going to the tiny strings of Birdie’s bikini bottom.
She guided the bottoms down Birdie’s thighs until she stood naked in the golden light; her round hips and full curves a masterpiece.
Alexis lay back again with her gaze fixed on Birdie. “Bring that gorgeous body over here and ride my face, Birdie Sinclair Wolf. Let me earn the title of the happiest wife in Greece.”
“My pleasure,” Birdie whispered as she planted her knees on either side of Alexis’s face. She placed her hands on the back of the lounger for balance as she sank down to Alexis’s waiting mouth.
The first intimate touch of her wife against her mouth was warm and wet and achingly familiar. Alexis moaned as her tongue immediately traced the tender heat she knew by heart.
Birdie gasped and her fingers dug into the cushion as she sank fully onto Alexis’s face.
From this angle, Alexis had complete control.
She could use the flat of her tongue for broad, slow strokes that made Birdie’s thighs tremble, or the pointed tip for a sharp, focused rhythm.
She chose the latter. She licked and sucked with single-minded intensity.
Her hands gripped Birdie’s hips, guiding her movements.
“Lexi,” Birdie choked out, her voice high and tight. Her hips began to roll in small, frantic circles against Alexis’s mouth. “Oh, god, yes.”
Alexis held her steady, keeping the rhythm exact. She could feel the precise moment everything shifted. Birdie’s gasps turned into sharp, broken cries. The muscles in her thighs went rigid against Alexis’s head.
“I’m—” Birdie’s warning was a breathy whisper.
Alexis doubled her efforts, closing her lips around Birdie’s clit and lavishing it with steady, focused attention.
That was all it took. Birdie’s orgasm surged through her, arching her against Alexis’s mouth.
A beautiful cry tore from her throat as she rode out the waves against Alexis’s relentless mouth.
Alexis didn’t let up until Birdie’s body slumped forward, panting and spent.
Birdie collapsed sideways onto the lounger beside her, a trembling, glistening mess. She turned her head, cheek pressed to the cushion, and gave Alexis a dazed, wicked smile.
“I think I just stole your title,” she whispered. “Happiest wife in Greece.”
“Tie,” Alexis said, leaning in to kiss her.
She breathed in deep, catching the faint trace of Dolce & Gabbana Birdie had worn the night they met, and couldn’t imagine her life any other way.
Right here, with Birdie, with the Aegean sparkling below their terrace, and the sun warming their skin.
All that mattered was this ridiculous, perfect, unstoppable thrill of being completely, gloriously in love.
Book Three: Off Script for Love
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