EPILOGUE

SPENCE

Three Months Later

We were in love.

My ass loved his dick.

His dick loved all parts of me.

We went from one long date, to seeing each other every week, and then to traveling with him and spending time in different countries all while I worked remotely. I'd seen so much because of him, and in each place we visited together, he reminded me of all the memories we were making, right up until he actually said those three words.

Paris, France, standing as close as we could to the Eiffel Tower.

It had been three months, we weren't getting carried away, but said it there and then. Out of the blue. "I love you." And as instinct had it, I blurted it right back. I'd already been saying it in my head for weeks already.

It was possible we were moving fast, especially since we spent so much time together, but love made everything feel like time was still, and in that stillness we'd spent years it seemed. But only three months had passed.

THE END