Epilogue

FOUR YEARS LATER

January 26th

10:15 a.m.

Pausing in front of the closed bedroom door, I met Sam's eyes, and he gave me a wide smile that made my heart skip a beat. Taking his hand in mine, I returned his smile. "I hadn't originally planned this, but when I checked the date, I realised it coincides with the anniversary of us officially getting together as boyfriends. Then I knew I had to have it ready for you."

"Oh. Oh." His gaze went soft, and I knew he was remembering the same thing I was.

Sam placed a soft kiss to my lips. "I love you so much."

I smiled against his mouth. "I love you, too. More than anything. It was cutting it close with the furniture delivery delay, and I wasn't sure if I'd make it, but this date is pretty fucking special to me, so I did everything I could to get it done in time."

"Me too. Very. Although you know I would've been happy whenever it was finished, Ry." He gave me another quick kiss, then stepped back. "Okay, head decorator, let's see it."

Reaching for the handle, I pushed the door open, letting him enter the room in front of me.

"Perfect." He smiled approvingly as he spun around, taking in the warm, understated décor in our bedroom. "So perfect. And not a hint of green in sight."

Crossing over to him, I kissed away the smirk on his lips, crowding him up against the sliding doors that led to our balcony.

"Got something to say about my decorating skills, have you?" I trailed my lips down his throat, pressing my body into his. My engagement band caught the muted morning sunlight, gleaming as I pinned his wrists against the glass with my hands.

"No…" He groaned, thrusting his hips forwards as his head tipped back. Fuck, he felt so good. His cock was hard and heavy against mine, and I needed to feel him inside of me. I would never get enough of this man that I got to call mine.

Pulling back a little, he met my gaze, sincerity temporarily overriding the lust in his eyes. "We both know that you're the only one with the decorating skills. You did an amazing job."

"That's right, babe. Now, let's try out the bed that we spent way too much money on." Twisting us both, I pulled him onto our brand-new bed.

Sam's mouth curved into a huge smile, and my own answering smile spread across my face. Pressing my husband-to-be into the mattress, I slid my mouth against his. He responded instantly, winding his arms around me, holding me close, like he'd never let me go.

I held him just as tightly.

I'd never let him go, either.

THE END

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