Page 17 of Untamed Reunion

We’re seated in the corner booth, the one that used to beours.Of course, it’s not like our name is on it or anything, but it’s the same one that we sat in whenever we came here. It was unofficially, officially ours. We would come every Sunday morning and talk about what we had going on that following week. It was our way to reset as a couple so that we were on the same page. I guess now we’re doing something similar, just years apart.

Sitting down, I order my usual, a chicken fried steak with scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and hashbrowns. Way too much food, but I’ll have leftovers. Hazel orders something similar, the only difference being that she likes her eggs sunny side up and country potatoes to replace the hashbrowns. Weboth order coffee and water, but she wants a bunch of sugar and cream on the side.

“Hey, make my coffee the same way you make yours, please,” I say, sliding the mug over to her when they arrive.

“Really? Why?”

“Well I tried your pumpkin spice thing and it was actually pretty good. You might have the right idea, so I want to see.”

She does it up and I take a sip, my eyes widening.

“Yep, I was right. This is pretty damn good.” She giggles as she sips her own. Now it’s time for the hard conversation. I lay my hand over the table and she gets the memo, placing hers into mine.

“Look, I know I’ve only been back in town for a week but this has been the best week of my life in, well,” my voice fades off while I think. “Well, in a while. I’ve really missed you.”

She stays quiet, allowing me to get all my words out before she tries to say anything.

“I mean, if you want to, I’d really like round two with us. I think we’re really good together. We were good before, and we’re good now. I just want us to try again. I guess I’m asking if you’ll give us another shot. Can we do this again?”

Our food is delivered and it’s perfect timing to make me shut up and stop rambling. She shoves a forkful of her potatoes into her mouth, chewing. I can see the wheels turning, but my stomach is in my throat so I can’t even think about eating with how much anxiety I have right now.

“Before was tough, Cal,” she starts. I just stare at her as she fumbles with everything on the table. “It was really fucking tough. I was going through it with losing my parents and I pushed everyone away and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” I squeeze her hand, showing her silent support.

“I’d love to start over, Cal. I’d love to do this again. I have to agree that I feel it between us. I’ve loved every moment with you this past week, and I want to see what else our future holds.”

My heart seizes and I look at my lap to hide the grin, squeezing her hand again before pulling it away. I dive into my food, a weight off my chest and relief flooding my system.

I swear this food is better than before. It could be the news or maybe it’s just that I haven’t had this in years, but I groan as I finally bite into the meal. Hazel laughs at me as we eat in silence. We had both worked up an appetite anyway.

When we’re done, I pay the check and we head back to her place, just like we planned. Sitting on the couch, we put onRaya and the Last Dragon,her favorite movie. She swears that she’s the most underrated princess, and I have to say that I agree. She’s pretty badass. Hazel snuggles into my side and I drape my arm across the back of the couch like it was two and a half years ago, before everything happened. This is where I’m meant to be.

Epilogue

Hazel

3 years later

“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant calls. Callum presses his lips to mine, then dips me in our sealing kiss. I grasp at his arm, holding on for dear life, yet enjoying the claim he’s staking in front of everyone. As we come back up for air, everyone cheers. Walking down the aisle hand-in-hand, as husband and wife.

When we reach the end of the aisle, we pause and open up the Monarch butterflies that we raised together. We bought a whole kit online and raised them from little striped weird-looking caterpillars, into these beautiful bugs. They were my mom’s favorite, something that I knew I wanted to incorporate on the day when I finally got married. I wish they were here, but it’s as close as I can get.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. We danced, drank, and enjoyed the company of everyone who attended. My feet are sore as we finally get into the hotel room. I pop off myheels, and as I stand up, I feel my husband’s presence behind me. He pops the buttons that line my back.

“This dress is beautiful on you,” he murmurs against my neck. The hair on my arms stands at attention. “It’s going to be even more beautiful on the floor, though.”

The zipper rolls down, the material falling off my frame and onto the floor. I feel his eyes on my ass and I smirk. His name in crystal lettering holds together each side of material on the white thong I’m wearing. I step out of the pooled material and spin around to show off the front of my underwear. My breasts spill out of the white lace, strapless bra. My nipples show through the thin material even when they’re not hard. The material of the thong barely covers my labia.

“Take it all off. Let me see my wife’s body. Let me see your pussy.”

I pop the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the floor with the dress. My breasts immediately fall free. I bend down, pulling the lace material over my hips, and let it fall with everything else that has been piled.

Callum eye fucks me as he works at his own clothing, throwing the pieces haphazardly around the room. He backs me up until I fall backward onto the bed. Crawling up my body, he leaves kisses as he makes his way. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I grip at his hair, keeping him on the tight bud.

“Yessss,” I hiss.

“I’ve been dreaming of taking you all fucking night. My wife and my own personal slut built into one, fuck.”

I quiver at his words, wanting more.

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