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Even more fun is the way I kiss and suck his skin free of his release, offering the remnants when I reach his mouth, and he tugs me to him hard until we’re a tangle of limbs and tongues and moans because he starts fucking me with the dildo.
“I love you. Happy birthday. I’m a liar. I really want to see you come.”
And then we’re both laughing, and he really means it, becausegod, does an orgasm feel incredible while I’m uncontrollably laughing into the crook of this wonderful man’s neck.
Maybe we started off a little rocky, a little in denial, but I think I knew from the moment I heard his voice that he’d be the beat my heart moves to. We were drawn together like the perfect melody just waiting to sync up. To get over the hump of our own hang ups.
It won’t be easy. I’ll fight too hard or run too fast. Elias will overthink and overstep. But neither are things we can’t come back from.
I want to find my forever.
I want the kind of happiness that wakes me up in themiddle of the night because I have the uncontainable urge to drag Elias into any dimly lit room and dance with me until we dissolve into breathless kisses and wandering hands.
This is home.
Elias Lee is my home.
My happily ever after.
EPILOGUE
ELIAS
FOUR YEARS LATER
“Just because Mattyisn’t home doesn’t mean you can take over his room.”
I don’t know why I bother; Calum and I have the same argument every time Matty is away for a competition. The room doesn’t even have a bed—just a futon sofa off in the corner—but I know the real reason he takes an interest is the wall of mirrors.
He loves to sit and make funny faces in front of it, but right now he’s lying curled up with his face pressed to the glass, Matty’s special music note themed throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, with his Switch playing one of the Zelda games.
“Yes it does.”
Calum isn’t quite big enough I can’t throw him over my shoulder if I need to, but I’d really rather he got up of his own accord.
“Your aunt will be here in ten minutes, buddy. You all packed up?”
The look he throws over his shoulder is pure disgruntled disgust, and I answer with a pointed stare.
“Did you swap out the clothes? Pack your charger?”
He flips the blanket back over his head and grunts. I’m supposed to be making him do more things independently, but I can’t help the old habit of itching to do it for him or at least following behind and double checking.
Even though I know Miya has everything at her place that Cal could need—sensory items and spare clothes included—I still meticulously go through and make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything.
He hasn’t.
When the doorbell rings not long after, I hear shuffling from Matty’s room, and I’m glad he hasn’t decided to rebelliously set up camp. That’s happened a couple of times, him fighting Miya and me when he really wants to see Matty.
Miya came prepared with Roxy in tow and a fresh bag of snacks on her wrist. Always a good motivator to get Cal moving.
My sister pouts when she gives a cursory look around and doesn’t immediately see Cal. “Would it be such a chore for my nephew to greet me just once? I brought brownies.”
There’s feet shuffling down the hall, and I hand over Cal’s bag to Roxy, who simply pats her wife on the back and kisses the side of her head.
“You see him every weekend, love. Besides, bonus Dad has been gone, what, two weeks? It’s gotta be hitting him hard.”
Matty’s trips are usually only two or three days max, more likely than not just under twenty-four hours, because the team never travels very far. But they got invited to a showcase in New York, and since half of the team can’t handle long flights, they’ve had to bus it the whole way.
