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“Look at those pretty little stars while you come for me,” Reed groans.
My body is floating among the stars as I reach heaven from Reed’s touch.
My orgasm is still tearing into me as he somehow fucks me harder than before.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m going to come. Get ready to open your mouth,” he growls as I let him use whatever he needs of me.
He pulls out of me hastily, and I drop to my knees on the cold concrete, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.
“Charlotte,” he moans and slams his eyes shut. “Fuck, baby.”
He comes on my tongue, and I take every drop before swallowing.
After a few seconds, his eyes open, and his body relaxes.
“Forever? We get to do that forever?” he mumbles incoherently. “I can’t fucking wait.”
Standing up, I laugh at his state of euphoria and walk over to our clothes. Picking up his boxers and slacks, I toss them to him. He catches them and smiles at me, like a little kid on Christmas. He helps me get my dress on without wiping all of my makeup off, and I help fix his shirt and tie so it doesn’t look like we snuck off to have sex.
We get dressed in happy silence. Before he unlocks the door so we can head back to the party, he grabs my jaw with both of his tender hands. He leans down slowly, taking his sweet time to press his lips into mine.
“I love you, Queen Charlotte,” he whispers and exhales softly.
Feeling so giddy from his love for me, I press another kiss against his lips. “I love you, King Reed.”
I can’t believe that I almost let myself live without experiencing this moment. I mean, the choice wasn’t completely up to me. My cancer could have decided that this day would never come. We haven’t rang the bell yet, but thankfully, we have been winning every battle along the way. Later, if it ever comes back for round two, we’ll beat it all over again. I say we, because it’s not just me. Cancer doesn’t affect just one person, not truly. And I couldn’t have gotten this far without all of these people.
Not everyone gets the chance to say they won that battle. I know that firsthand. Ella fought fearlessly, but she didn’t win. It didn’t matter how much we wanted her to, how much we prayed and cried, hoping for victory. It took her anyway. Far too young. She is a part of me, and she always will be. We might not have had a long time together, but I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Would I have rather not known Ella to save me the pain of losing her? Never.
My dad would say the same thing about my mom. He loved her unconditionally and still does. She is the love of his life, and that is never going to change. It took him a long time, many years, to mourn her death. He’s not done—I don’t think anyone ever truly is. But he’s in a better place. He is happy to be happy. He doesn’t have guilt when he smiles anymore, knowing that she’s gone. He smiles because he knows she’s there, smiling with him, even if he can’t see her.
“Come on, Mrs. Larinski. Let’s go visit with the peasants.” He smiles and holds out his hand.
Sliding my fingers between his, I chuckle. “Not Mrs. yet.”
“Ahh. You might as well be. I already call you my wife. Just because we haven’t walked down the aisle and signed the fancy paper doesn’t mean that you’re not eternally mine and I’m not yours.” His words are like a hug to my heart as we walk out of the building and head back to the party.
“About time you two hurried back,” Laura teases us the second we enter the room.
Reed laughs and has no shame in his game. “I would say I’m sorry that I stole her away, but I’m really not.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Laura scoffs. “Come on.”
We follow her through the room, smiling at the onlookers of our friends and family.
“Wow, you look incredible!” Josh whistles, and my heart swells at my best friend’s compliment.
Dropping Reed’s hand, I rush over to Josh and hug him. “Thank you. So do you!”
Seriously, he looks perfectly put together in his suit and tie.
“I’m glad you made it,” I murmur into his ear before pulling away.
He glares at me playfully. “You do realize that nothing would have kept me away from this tonight, right?”
Josh just started a new job at an art gallery in town, and I told him not to stress if he couldn’t make it tonight because I know how important that job is to him. He has finally found his passion. I think he had to get out of our hometown to really find himself, but nothing makes me happier that he has become comfortable with who he really is. I, for one, am not standing in the way of his success. We can always party to celebrate the pretty ring on my finger.
“Yeah, yeah.” I pat his chest.
