Us.
Our past and future.
“Eli?”
“Hm?” he asks softly but doesn’t move.
“I love you.”
My tone must give away how deeply I’m in my feels right now, because he raises his head, looks right into my eyes.
“I love you too, Lex. Always.” He cups my cheek and kisses me softly, so softly.
He pulls back and I can actually feel our future approaching as our love builds between us.
“I think,” I start slowly. “That we’ve proven we can get through most anything.”
His smile is soft but brimming with happiness.
“I think so too. We make a great team, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” I nod and kiss his temple again when he rests his head on my chest, then he snuggles closer. “You’re the best teammate I’ve ever had.”
I drift to sleep with his adorable snort of amusement echoing in my mind.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
Eli
May 22nd
The house in Irvington is thebest.
What I like the most, weirdly, is the gym.
Okay, it’s not weird. It’s straight up lust that has me declaring it my favorite room in the house, because whenever I wake up here I go downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee and stare at the perfectly landscaped back yard, at the peace of the pool in the morning sunlight, and when I’m awake enough to appreciate it, I go down to the basement and watch Lex work out.
Shirtless, sweaty, every muscle shifting and rippling for my view only.
I’m sure he does it to torment me—though I willnevercomplain—because it’s not like it’s a particularly warm room.
Three walls have floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and I’ve never thought of Lex as a particularly vain person, so he has to do it for my benefit, right?
He’s the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends.
The way his sweats—or shorts depending on the day—cling valiantly to his waist and accentuate his worshipable ass drives me insane.
So most days, I interrupt his workout by dropping to my knees in front of him, pulling those loose pieces of clothing down, and sucking him into my mouth as deep as his cock will go.
Today is one of those glorious days.
I’ve become Pavlov’s dog when it comes to this gym.
The weight of his thick dick on my tongue always has me reaching down to grip my hardening cock, and every time I try to make myself wait just a little bit longer.
By the time I give in, I’m leaking enough precum that the glide of my hand is almost perfectly smooth.
