Epilogue

KNOX

Six Months Later

“What do you think this one is?”

I hum as I make my way to Elton, cocking my head as I stare at the condom in front of me. This is a weird store, but in the middle of the Red Light District in Amsterdam, I don’t know what I expected to find besides a novelty condom shop.

“You mean you don’t see it?” I tease, wrapping my arms around him from behind. “It’s the Eiffel Tower.”

His eyes widen and he smiles. “Oh yeah! Can we get this one too?”

“We can get whatever you want, sweetheart,” I tell him. Kissing the back of his neck, I bend down to pick up our basket that’s full of comically shaped condoms. I have no idea what we’re going to do with all of them, but if my man wants them, he’ll get them.

We head to check out after stuffing a few more glow-in-the-dark ones in our basket. Once we pay, getting nothing but polite and non-judgmental service from the clerk, we leave the shop hand-in-hand.

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asks, swinging our joined hands between us as he admires the scenery. “Are you hungry? I think I saw a cafe not too far away from here.”

I shake my head. While I’m sure there’s a place here that sells something besides edibles, I’m not in the mood to be surrounded by weed. I wasn’t lying when I told Rhys I’d quit for Elton. I never had a problem, but that joint I smoked when he told me he would help me get my man back was the last one I’ve had, and I have no regrets. I finally told Davis I wanted to stop selling for him, and imagine my surprise when he made my position a legitimate one.

“We should go back to the hotel,” I say. “We have to catch our flight to Spain tomorrow morning.”

Chuckling, he brings our joined hands to his lips, his golden band bright in the sunshine. “You just want to try out those new flavored condoms we bought.”

“Now, why would I need to wear condoms with my husband?”

He blushes at the term, and I don't blame him. I’ll never not get emotional at hearing that word either.

We both decided we didn’t want a big wedding rather easily. With just our closest loved ones, and at the beach in the Keys, we were married a month ago. The XO crew was there, along with Archibald, who I discovered was a really cool guy after our first few dinners together.

So far, Elton and I have spent the time since getting married traveling Europe, just like he always wanted. Davis was kind enough to give us all this time off, telling us we need to work our asses off when we get back home. He seemed a bit annoyed, but Elton being Elton, managed to charm him into being okay with it.

“So you do want to make some dirty love to me?” he teases, pressing himself against me as he runs a finger across his tattoo on my neck. “Fuck me filthy but make it sweet?”

I catch his lips in a quick kiss, not at all caring that we’re in public as I palm his generous ass. “Always, sweetheart.”

He laughs against my mouth, and it’s music to my ears. I’ll never not marvel at how much I love this man. Of how much he means to me and how much he’s changed my life.

Elton has always had a way of dragging people into his orbit. I used to hate it—resent it with cruel bitterness—but now I know better.

Because he’s the overwhelming, all-encompassing, gravitating force I’ll always revolve around.