Epilogue
Noah
Four months later
“Why?” I groan, annoyed with this conversation that has been going nowhere for the past ten minutes.
“Because I already have a place to live,” she responds with her signature defiant chin.
“Your place is tiny.”
“And yet you spend every night here.” Her brow quirks up as she pulls the covers over her chest.
“Because I worry for your safety.” I grab the side of the same covers and pull them back down because she doesn’t get to cover all this beauty that is now mine.
“I am totally fine.” She pulls them back up.
“Because I’m here every night.” I pull them toward me.
“You are here every night because you love the phenomenal sex we have.”
“That too. But,” I point my finger at her, “if you’re insisting on staying here, I will install a security system and a new door.” After glancing at said door, I add, “Or maybe two. And a new mattress.” I shift my weight. “This one hurts my back.”
“You are such a princess. My mattress is just fine.” She pats the mattress like a salesman patting the hood of a used car.
“Fine,” I groan. She’s a stubborn creature who always needs to have the upper hand. “But I’m installing the new door and security.”
“Fine!” she cries out, glaring at me. “You are such a control freak.”
“And you love it.” I chuckle and grab her butt under the covers. “C’mere, little mouse. I’m not done with you this morning.”
She mockingly smacks my chest but does as she’s told.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to work for me? My desk misses you.” My brain can barely manage to put the words together because it’s hard to think when the best thing that ever happened to me is drawing circles on my stomach. And each circle is lower than the previous one.
“Nah, Tori is doing great.” She tickles my ribs, making me puff out a laugh. “You don’t need help. Julian, on the other hand, does.”
“The place is yours if you change your mind.”
“I won’t. By the way, was the glass for the broken windows finally delivered?”
“I thought you didn’t want to work for me anymore?” I say, smirking.
“I don’t. I’m asking as a concerned girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend,” I hum, tracing kisses along her jaw. “I still love the sound of that.”
She beams at me and leans in for a deep, gentle kiss, then pulls away, waiting expectantly for me to answer her question that I’ve already forgotten.
I clear my throat. “But yeah, it was delivered and installed last week. Hank was over the moon; now we can officially get construction back on track.”
“Can’t wait for the grand opening. I call the big scissors,” she giggles and lowers herself to place a kiss on my chest. “Now, shut up and do your thing, caveman.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I push my hands under her thighs and pull her down to her back.
Her big, blue eyes are shining with anticipation, and her lower lip is trapped between her teeth.
She is the most beautiful person in the world, and I’m the luckiest bastard.
Every building I create from here on out should be in her name because she is my muse and sole inspiration.
And the more time I spend in her presence, the more I understand that Beatrice Wrong is the rightest thing that ever happened to me.
THE END