Epilogue
One Year Later
“Did you really have to bring your whole wardrobe from home, Madison?” Matthew huffed as he carried my third box of clothes into my new off-campus house.
“I need options,” I insisted from where I was, holding the front door open for them. I was more than happy to just stand here while my brother and my boyfriend unpacked for me.
“Ignore him,” Charlie said as he passed by. He had a box tucked under one arm and a duffel bag slung over the other shoulder. Even though both of them must have been insanely heavy, he stopped to kiss me briefly. “He just likes to complain.”
“Why couldn’t you have done this by yourself?” Matthew asked Charlie. “Isn’t that your role as a boyfriend? Why do I have to be here?”
“Like you would have let him move me in without you,” I teased. “You hardly ever let us be alone together.”
“Well, somebody has to keep an eye on you,” Matthew said. He put his hands on his hips and eyed Charlie suspiciously. “I still don’t trust him.”
I rolled my eyes. “Matthew, he’s your best friend.”
“I don’t care,” Matthew said. “I don’t trust him.”
“Go get another box,” I said. Matthew did so but with a very disgruntled look on his face.
“It’s his warped way of saying he cares about you,” Charlie reminded me. He dropped the things he was holding in the living room and came back to wrap an arm around my waist. “It’s sweet in its own weird way.”
“I’d love for the protective big brother act to end,” I sighed. “We’ve been together for over a year now. Can’t he just accept it?”
“Just be happy he doesn’t look like he wants to punch me every moment of the day anymore,” Charlie said.
He glanced outside to make sure Matthew couldn’t see us, then wrapped his second arm around my waist as well.
He pulled me close until our bodies were pressed together. “And tell me again that you love me.”
I grinned and ran my hands through his hair. “I love you, Charlie Owen.”
“I love you too, Madison McKinnon.” Then he kissed me deeply.
I would never get tired of hearing him say that. Who knew an anonymous kiss at a high school party could turn into something as perfect as this?
A year ago, I’d told myself that Violet and Jaxon were the proof I needed to believe in soulmates.
But it wasn’t true anymore. Now, I just needed to look at the boy standing before me, who might as well have believed I’d hung the moon and stars.
I wasn’t just the best kiss of his life anymore… I was the love of his life.
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