Epilogue, Continued
Cyrus
“Gods, I can’t wait to get out of these clothes,” Reece said the moment we walked through the front door of his house.
We’d put a lot of finishing touches on his place over the last month.
We had painted the kitchen, gotten some home decor items, and hung the photo of us as cowboys, as well as the sketch sheet of Reece, in the hall.
It was quickly becoming my favorite place to spend time with him.
Sure, I loved the apartment with its view and the terrace, but I loved the privacy of his house more.
“Mmm.” I wrapped my arms around him, my mating tentacle uncoiling from my arm to lightly caress his throat. “I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”
“Always so horny.” He snorted. “You’re gonna have to wait, though. I want to show you something first.”
“Well, this is just a night full of surprises. We are truly one of those sickeningly cute couples.”
He rolled his bright green eyes and grabbed my hand. “Shut up. Come on.”
Reece led me through the kitchen and over to the side door that led to the garage.
“If you got me one of those wagons you attach to the back of a bike, I’m going to throw a fit. I already told you I’m not riding—”
“Cyrus! Stop! Close your eyes.”
I shut my eyes and Reece led me down the steps into the garage.
“Open,” he instructed.
The whole garage had been emptied and covered with a fresh coat of white paint. Windows were installed along the exterior wall, allowing sunlight to fill the space during the day. Canvases lined the opposite wall, and there was a utility cart fully stocked with painting supplies.
“Do you like it?” He pulled me into the center of the room.
“You did this for me?”
He pursed his lips, his mustache curling down, and nodded. My handsome grumpy walrus—who is much less grumpy these days.
“I love it, Reece.”
It was true. It was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me.
“Atlas helped me with the windows, but I did all the rest. I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to move in with me.” He gave me a hopeful look, his cheeks blushing bright red.
Gods, he was everything.
I lunged at him, wrapped my arms and tentacles, whatever I could, around him, and hugged him tightly. “I would love to move in with you.”
We’d discussed getting married at some point, but we wanted to let Atlas and Tegan have their moment first. Moving in together was the next logical step, and I was thrilled that Reece had taken matters into his own hands.
“I love you, Cyrus,” he whispered, his hands traveling down my back to where my tentacles began. “So fucking much.”
“I love you, too. Now, why don’t we get you undressed so I can fuck you in our house for the first time?”
We’d be happy here.
Together.
Me and my mate.