EPILOGUE
The sunrise is shining through the white lace curtains and on to Charlotte’s beautiful face, casting shadows under her eyes from her long lashes as she blinkingly opens her eyes to me.
Those eyes that bored into mine as she took my hand and wrapped it around the front of her neck as I pistoned into her from below.
We only finally went to sleep about an hour or so ago, and I know she’s tired.
I know she didn't fake all those orgasms. I wish I could stay with her and continue our conversation from last night.
We talked all night in between rounds of pleasure when she laid on my chest and I twirled strands of her golden hair around my finger. And when we laid side by side looking at the constellation she painted on her ceiling talking about our favorite childhood memories.
She loved riding horses, and I loved getting up on skis anytime I could.
I have to leave her though, Dad needs my help today. I’m really not looking forward to hearing about how I am never around to help him anymore.
I give her a soft kiss to her forehead then to her lips and put on my clothes. She starts to get up.
“No, stay, sweetheart. Get some rest. I’ll see you tonight.”
She mumbles with a smile on her face, “I can’t wait. You’ll lock up? I think I need a few more hours before I can move.”
I give her a lingering kiss before I head downstairs.
Last night was incredible. I don't know what type of alternate universe I woke up in, but for the first time I feel something other than self-loathing.
Before leaving Charlotte's house, I make her a fresh pot of coffee, get a mug down from the cupboard, and look around for scissors.
I look all over this kitchen and not a single drawer has a pair of scissors.
I grab a chef knife from the small knife block, quietly open the front door, and cut off a few of the wildflowers growing near the porch, try not to slam screen door, and put them in a water glass.
I want to write her a note. I find a notepad and a pen in one of the drawers and scribble, “Enjoy the sunshine today!”
Then rip it off the pad, crumple it, and slip it in the front pocket of my jeans. That sounded so stupid. Be smooth, man, don't blow this. Instead, I write, “Last night was incredible! -X- Maverick.”
Locking the door, I close it gently to not wake her up.
I make my way down her block towards where I left the Jeep behind Mrs. Clark’s bakery. I have a huge grin on my face when I pull out my phone and text her.
Have the best day off and rest up, gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you for dinner tonight.
I know she’s probably already fallen back asleep and I don’t expect a text back right away, I just wanted her to know I was excited to see her again tonight.
When I see the little notification that says “Delivered” I slip the phone back in my pocket and try get my head right to spend a full day of dealing with my dad.
What happens after Maverick walks way from Charlotte?