Page 74 of Blue Moon Love

Her brows furrowed. “What? Why would you think that you?—”

“All my life, all I’ve heard was how much I was like him. Him and Witty, and my great-grandfather,” I cut her off. “But I’m not them. I’m sorry, so sorry; I didn’t see the truth before. But now I do, and I don’t want to waste one more second without you knowing that it’s you. It’s always been you. You’re it for me, pretty girl. I don’t want to be your friend. I mean, I don’t want to be just your friend. I want to be with you. I want you to be mine because, fuck Kenna…I’m yours.”

She didn’t reply; just lifted up on her toes and kissed me. The second her lips touched mine, I felt like the rest of the world had just disappeared. Nothing else existed. It was just me and Kenna floating in our bubble.

It wasn’t until I heard cheers erupt around us that the bubble popped. She broke our kiss and looked around. The entire room was on their feet, cheering for us.

“Finally!”

“It’s about time!”

“Took you two long enough!”

And more shouts of encouragement could be heard over the applause and whistles. Kenna chuckled as she looked back up at me.

“I love you,” she whispered as she cupped my face. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

I leaned down and kissed her again. And then the world disappeared again. It was just us, floating in our bubble.

EPILOGUE

Kenna

“Romance is the icing, but love is the whole damn cake.” ~ Archie “Witty” Whitlock

“Where are we going?” I called out excitedly from the shower. When I didn’t get any response, I hurried and rinsed off before stepping out onto the floor mat.

“Sam! Where are we going?!” I called out louder as I grabbed a towel.

I’d only been awake for the past four hours, but this was already the best birthday I’d ever had. Sam had let me sleep in until past noon. He made breakfast for me and then we sat and watched Sixteen Candles, which was my birthday tradition. After the movie ended, he brought me to the bedroom and gave me two of the best orgasms of my life, and then drew me a bath. Once I was in it, he said he had some things to get ready for tonight so I could take my time.

After my bath, I showered, because I always felt grimy after soaking in my own filth. I had no idea how long he’d been gone, but I was starting to miss him. Even though we’d only technically been together a week, I felt like it had been so much longer. I guess that’s what happens when you spend your entire life loving someone.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw a garment bag hanging on the back of my bedroom door.

“Sam!” I called out again, but again, there was no answer.

I had no idea what was going on, but I did see a clue. There was a note attached to the bag. I lifted the folded piece of paper and read it.

Put this on and wait for more instructions. Love you, my pretty girl!

“What is this?” I asked Winnie, who was asleep at the end of the bed.

She didn’t answer.

I took in a shaky breath as I lifted my arm and pulled on the zipper. No one had ever done anything like this before. This was the best birthday present ever, and I didn’t even know what this was.

When the flaps opened, tears filled my bottom lids, and I clasped my hand over my mouth. “Oh my gosh!”

I immediately recognized the dress inside, and I would have even if I hadn’t just watched the movie.

It was Molly Ringwald’s lilac bridesmaid dress from Sixteen Candles. Senior year, I’d hired Edith Scoggs, the local seamstress, to remake Molly Ringwald’s prom dress from Pretty in Pink for me for my prom. I’d almost gotten the Sixteen Candles dress made, but I didn’t because it was more expensive than the Pretty in Pink dress.

My hands were trembling as I pulled it out and saw that behind it there was a clear bag with a flower wreath attached to the hanger. It was an exact replica of the one she wore in the movie.

For some reason, the sight caused me to burst out laughing and cry at the same time. I was having a mini-breakdown because I couldn’t believe Sam had done this for me.

Even though it had only been a week, every day got better. He was still healing from his accident, so we’d spent New Year’s Eve on the couch. I’d worked the past seven years, so Bryson gave me the night off.

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