Epilogue
COLIN
HALLOWEEN A YEAR LATER
B eing apart from Mayson was not exactly what I wanted, but she insisted on finishing her senior year, and the closest team that offered me a contract was in Vancouver, Canada.
It’s only about a three hour drive, but it’s as far as we’ve ever been.
Though, I still come to her every free moment I have.
But between her school and soccer schedules and my own pro soccer schedule it’s been longer than I would prefer. Because we should be together every single night. And we will be, soon enough.
I knew I had to get back to Seattle for Halloween because it’s my girls favorite holiday. The best part is she doesn’t know I’m coming back for it.
She may think I stopped my obsessive ways, but I never will. I still know her schedule and have her location on my phone, so I can see she’s still at school after practice as I wait in the townhouse she’s still living in.
Our house.
Because I started paying for it as soon as I got my first paycheck from the league.
My dad can’t hold anything over us. We’ve barely talked to them, but neither of us care.
They can support us or they can fuck off.
No one else has an issue with our relationship and even if they did, they can also fuck off.
I keep all the lights off, waiting for her to walk through the front door. My skull mask in place.
A new one since my last one ended up being left on the forest floor.
I’m shirtless in shorts that are short enough to show my thigh tattoo I know drives Mayson crazy, along with the silver chain resting against my chest. I know what she likes, and I always aim to please.
The click of the lock on the front door signals her arrival. She walks in, oblivious to what’s waiting here for her. She turns on the entry light, kicking her shoes off and walks further inside. As soon as her eyes land on me she jumps.
“Holy fuck, what’re you doing?”
I don’t say anything, just tilt my head to the side.
She plants her hands on her hips. “We aren’t doing this. Use your words.”
I shake my head slowly.
She groans, throwing her head back. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Colin.
Aren’t we over this shit?” She turns and starts to walk away, but I’m up, out of the chair, and at her back, caging her in against a wall.
She pushes against it, which only has her pushing her ass into my cock that’s dying to get inside her already .
“You came home with quite the attitude, figured you’d be happy to see me,” I growl against her ear.
“And I figured my boyfriend would greet me instead of sitting in the dark like a creep.”
I thrust against her because there’s something about her calling me her boyfriend that does it for me. Just like when she says she loves me and calls herself mine. Really, anything she does.
Even when she’s acting like a fucking brat like she is right now. It still does it for me.
“You like it,” I tell her, and the way she wiggles her ass against me, I know that’s true.
“I missed you.” She drops her head back against my shoulder. “And I just want to see you.”
“I missed you too, but it’s Halloween.”
“And?”
“And you know what that means.” I snake my hand under her shirt onto her stomach, and push her back against me, grinding against her ass.
“It’s our anniversary?” she jokes. We don’t have an official anniversary and if we did I would say it’s the first day I saw her.
I chuckle. “Not quite, baby deer.”
I turn her around, pinning her hands up above her head while I keep her pressed against the wall.
Her brown eyes look up at me, wide and full of that fire I love so much. She can’t see anything but my own and I know she can see the same reflected back to her.
“Can we not just have one sweet reunion after being apart for a couple weeks?” she pouts.
“You don’t want sweet.” I don’t miss the smirk she tries to bite back.
“What if I just want to kiss you? I can’t with this thing on. ”
“You want a kiss, baby deer?”
She nods, and I can’t help but huff out a small laugh.
“Fine.” I lift the bottom of the mask, leaning forward and grazing my lips over hers. She meets the contact roughly, her teeth sink into my bottom lip and I groan.
She manages to push me back enough for her to escape and I see the mischievous look all over her face, as she backs up away from me. I fix the mask on my face as I start to stalk toward her.
“Seems like you do want to play,” I taunt. “Then let’s play.”
She turns around, and runs. And just like I always have and always will. I chase her.
THE END