24. Epilogue

Milo’s heart raced with excitement as he walked down the bustling street, a bag of fresh produce swinging from his arm. He had finally landed a job as an accountant at a small furniture company, and he couldn’t wait to share the good news with Angelo. As he neared their apartment, he glanced into the bag, admiring the ingredients he had chosen for tonight’s dinner: tomatoes, avocados, cilantro, jalape?os, and chicken, all intended for a batch of enchiladas. Hopefully Angelo would make the tortillas for them because he was so much better at it, no matter how Milo tried.

With a contented sigh, he turned onto the narrow staircase that led up to their cozy apartment. The steps were steep and worn, but they held a certain charm that resonated with Milo. He climbed the stairs eagerly, his anticipation growing with each step.

Finally reaching the door, Milo unlocked it and stepped inside. The warmth of their home enveloped him as he placed the groceries in the fridge. Their apartment was small, yet lovely—a far cry from both the house he’d grown up in and the squalid prison cell he’d shared with Angelo. It was a space that felt like home, filled with simple furnishings and memories of their time together. And best of all, Milo got to share this haven with the man he loved more than anything else in the world.

“Angelo!” Milo called out, his eyes scanning the small apartment for any sign of his lover. The sound of running water in the bathroom being turned off caught his attention just before the door opened, revealing a breathtaking sight.

Angelo stood there, naked except for a towel wrapped around his hips. His olive-skinned body still glistened with droplets of water. Steam rose from his well-defined form, making him look like some Latino god, and a sudden wave of desire washed over Milo.

“You’re home,” Angelo said, his voice dripping with affection as his dark eyes locked onto Milo’s. He reached out a strong hand to pull Milo close, their bodies pressing together as they shared a kiss.

Milo’s heart raced, lost in the sensation of Angelo’s lips against his own. The taste of him was intoxicating, filling Milo with an insatiable hunger for more. As he pulled away, breathless and flushed, he marveled at the tenderness that had blossomed between them, despite the way they’d met.

“I have news,” Milo said, looking up into Angelo’s dark eyes.

“Tell me,” Angelo prompted gently, guiding Milo towards the bed. They lay down together, Angelo’s arm draped protectively over Milo’s shoulders, drawing him into a warm, if somewhat damp, embrace.

“I got the job,” Milo announced, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. “I got it, all by myself.” He couldn’t keep the pride from his voice. This was the first job he’d ever got without his father’s influence, and it felt so good to be employed by someone who didn’t care one bit for Milo’s family or his family name.

“Congratulations,” Angelo murmured, pressing a kiss to Milo’s temple. “That’s an achievement.”

The praise sent shivers down Milo’s spine, and he leaned further into Angelo’s embrace, relishing the feeling of safety. It amazed him how kind and tender Angelo could be, especially when he considered how their relationship had begun. In those dark days within the prison walls, he never could have imagined finding solace in the arms of a man like him, but there was no place he would rather be.

“Thank you,” Milo said. “I just…I wanted to make you proud, to show you that I can be useful, too.”

“Princesa, you’ve always been useful,” Angelo replied, his fingers tracing gentle circles on Milo’s arm.

“For more than just a warm place for you to put your dick,” Milo said, looking up at him with a pout.

Angelo laughed softly, his eyes glittering. “But it’s such a nice warm place,” he said darkly.

Milo huffed, and Angelo kissed him until he couldn’t pretend to be huffy anymore.

When it was over, Angelo said, “You know I think more of you than that. You can do more than you think. You just have to try.”

“Thank you,” Milo sighed. He had been desperate to please Angelo and show him that he was capable of being more than just a pretty face. It felt good to know that Angelo believed in him.

As they lay there, wrapped around each other, Milo considered how different his life had become since leaving prison. He never would have expected to be here, in Colombia, with a man who did the things Angelo did. But despite the challenges, and perhaps because of them, Milo found himself happier than he had ever been before.

Angelo shifted, and Milo looked up to find him pensive. “Do you ever regret running away with me?” Angelo asked, his dark eyes searching Milo’s face for any hint of doubt.

Milo thought for a moment, considering his new life far removed from the opulent lifestyle he’d once known. He missed his sister dearly, but the freedom he’d found in leaving his family’s influence behind outweighed the loss. “I wish I saw my sister more,” he admitted. “But honestly, being here, with you…It feels liberating.”

Angelo listened intently, his gaze never wavering from Milo’s face. It filled Milo with warmth to know that his words mattered to Angelo, that he truly cared about Milo’s thoughts and feelings.

“Your happiness is all that matters to me, Milo,” Angelo murmured, pulling him closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “As long as you’re happy, I have no regrets. But tell me, truly,” Angelo said, his voice low and intent as he traced a fingertip along the curve of Milo’s jaw, “what about the life you left behind? I know you had it all—the wealth, the parties, the luxury.”

Milo closed his eyes and let the memories wash over him. He remembered the grandiose galas he’d attended in designer suits, sipping champagne while making small talk with people who didn’t truly care about him. He recalled the extravagant meals prepared by personal chefs, the decadent desserts that used to be his guilty pleasure. And, of course, there were the servants who catered to his every whim, ensuring that he never had to lift a finger.

But then Milo opened his eyes and looked into Angelo’s dark, soulful gaze. He thought about their simple but beautiful life together. The way Angelo would cook for them both using fresh ingredients from the market, how he was teaching Milo how to cook all his favorite things. He thought of the time he had broken the kitchen tap and water had gone everywhere, but instead of being angry like Milo’s father would have been, Angelo had burst out laughing and shown him how to turn off the mains. The mess had been terrible, but Angelo had kissed him in the middle of the flooded kitchen floor and told him these things happened in life.

Milo thought about how Angelo would hold him close as they made love, giving him both pleasure and comfort in equal measure. It wasn’t just the physical connection that drew them together; it was the emotional bond that had grown stronger with each passing day.

Milo looked into Angelo’s eyes, any lingering doubts evaporating as he spoke. “I regret nothing about our life together now.”

A playful smirk crossed Angelo’s face as he leaned in closer. “Is that so? Maybe you just like the way I fuck you, huh? You can’t get enough of it,” Angelo teased, his breath hot on Milo’s neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine and a blush to stain his cheeks.

“Of course I love when you fuck me,” Milo admitted. “But even more than that, I love your kisses.” As if on cue, Angelo captured Milo’s lips in his, leaving Milo feeling lightheaded and intoxicated with happiness.

After they broke apart, panting softly, Milo hesitated before posing a question that had been on his mind. “Do you regret anything about us, Angelo?”

Angelo’s dark eyes were filled with sincerity as he answered without hesitation. “No. I don’t regret it at all.” He cupped Milo’s face with a gentle hand, running his thumb along Milo’s cheekbone as he continued, “I can’t imagine a world without you in it, princesa. I need you.”

Milo sighed happily. “I’m glad.” He brushed his fingers through Angelo’s damp hair and asked, “Are you hungry? I bought some groceries to make dinner.”

Angelo hummed, his eyes sparkling. “Oh, I’m definitely hungry, but not for food,” he murmured, nipping playfully at Milo’s bottom lip. “What I’m craving right now is you.”

This was it. This was what Milo wanted. And if Angelo wanted it too, then…then this was perfect. This was everything Milo could have wanted, and he surrendered himself, knowing that Angelo would be with him every step along this path they were making, together.