Epilogue
Kegan-1 Year Later
“ X av!” I yell, walking through the apartment. He doesn’t answer, which is strange. He’s usually always here when I get back from class. If that shithead forgot our anniversary, we’re going to fight. And I may withhold sex. Nah. Not doing that, actually.
I head into our bedroom. The bed is made, the lights off—everything looks untouched. Where the hell is he?
I step into the bathroom, thinking he may be in there. But no. I’m about to walk back out when my eyes snag on a box sitting on top of the toilet. I flip the light on and walk over to it, laughing to myself when I see the note taped to the top.
Open me.
Fucking idiot. I open the box with a grin, picking up the butt plug and the bottle of lube—not new this time, the bottle from our bedroom, if I had to guess. Like last time, there’s a note at the bottom of the box, so I pick it up and unfold it.
Put this in, if you’re feeling brave. I have the remote. You can find me at our fav restaurant. I have a reservation for 8 p.m. Happy anniversary, nerdy. I love you -X
If there’s anything I can count on our relationship to be, it’s not boring. Xav and I did nothing by the book. We went from a random hookup at a frat party I never thought I’d be at, to our first date the very next night, and then we basically just never stopped seeing each other after that.
He likes to tease me that he knew we were perfect for each other from day one, and that’s why he told me we should get married. I still stand by the assessment that he was just cum-drunk. But I am willing to concede that he’d have a much higher likelihood of me saying yes if he asked now.
Sighing, I roll my eyes and set the plug down so I can get myself prepped. If this man makes me come in the restaurant, though, we’re going to have problems.
Once I get the plug situated, I snap a photo and send it to him.
His response is immediate.
Xav
So sexy, nerdy. Hurry, though. The remote doesn’t work this far away. I’m already hard as a rock thinking about you wearing that for me.
Yeah, well, he’s not the only one. I pull my jeans up over my swollen cock and head out to go enjoy dinner with my man.
THE END