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But I didn’t want to let go of him either, so I turned with my back against the bed, obviously surprising him when I closed my lips over his tip.

“Ella.” He sucked in a breath.

I grinned around him, finally releasing him from my mouth just for a moment. “What? I’ve never done this before. Humor me.”

“If you insist,” he teased on another groan. Then he ran his tongue through my folds and I forgot all about talking.

My first orgasm happened hard and fast, my hips bucking as pleasure raced through me, making me scream his name around his throbbing cock. He licked me through it, quickly pulling out of my mouth and kissing me deeply as he positioned himself between my legs.

“Any chance you’re on birth control?” he asked as he nudged at my entrance, his breathing ragged and his voice rough.

I shook my head. “I’ve never really had any reason to be, but I’m going to look into it. Like, tomorrow.”

“I don’t⁠—”

“I want to,” I assured him and kissed him again just before he rolled off me to grab a condom out of his wallet.

It took him a minute to locate his pants, his wallet, pull the package out, tear it open, and roll it on, but in that time, I just looked at him, admiring the strong planes of his torso and the rippling of the muscles in his forearms.

When he came back, he kissed me again and sank into me. He made love to me for as long as we could both hold out, and then we went over the edge together. He never let go of my hands, never stopped kissing me, and it was only when he had to slide out of me in the aftermath that either of us spoke again.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered as he held me close.

I pressed a kiss to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart as I curled into him. I’d never really bought into all that hocus pocus surrounding the new year, how people believed in the magic of the new beginning it signified and all that jazz.

But as I lay there, listening to his heartbeat, knowing that we were really together now and that we both wanted to stay that way, I wondered if this new year was also the beginning of our happily ever after. If maybe, this right here, tonight, was where our story would really begin.

I sure hoped so and I had a feeling he felt the same way. We’d already been through a lot together, and if we could just hang onto what we had now, nurture it, and keep growing it, then I knew we’d be okay.

We’d be together. No matter what. For the rest of our lives.

The End.

EPILOGUE

CALAN

Three Months Later

I held Ella’s hand as we pulled up in front of a two-story brick home in Bridgewater. A mailbox at the end of the driveway read Carver in bold, capital letters, and Ella was just about vibrating with nervous energy beside me.

Spring had sprung and it was a beautiful day, the sky a clear, deep blue with no clouds in it at all. Her parents’ front yard was green. Potted flowers on the porch were starting to bloom, and from the outside at least, everything about this place seemed warm and homey.

Yellow curtains hung in the windows and a sedan was parked in front of the garage. I glanced at her, squeezing her fingers, and I shut off the engine. “This is it. Are you ready?”

She gnawed on her lip. She had been doing it for so long that it was red. Her brow furrowed and those dark green eyes darted around from the car, to the front door, and back again. I blew out a quiet breath, turning in the driver’s seat to face her.

“Stop, baby.” Reaching up, I tugged her lip free and then leaned in closer to brush her hair behind her ears, holding her face in my hands after. “If you’re not ready, you don’t have to go in there. Just say the word and I’ll start the car. They’ll never even know we were here.”

“I have to go in,” she said, her voice soft but determined. Her gaze finally landed on mine and settled there. “It’s been long enough. It’s time. I can’t chicken out. I won’t.”

After looking into her eyes for another beat, I nodded and gave her a quick peck on her lips. “Okay, then we’ll go in. I’m here if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed softly, closing her eyes and dragging in a few deep breaths before she turned and opened her door.

Almost immediately, the sound of birdsong drifted to my ears, the traffic in the distance barely even audible at all. Ella’s parents’ house was on the outskirts, their property flanked on both sides and at the back with tall trees with branches that carried new, bright green leaves.

It was a pretty nice place, really, but I knew Ella wasn’t seeing any of that at all. As I followed her out of the car, she smoothed her hands over her shirt again, her gaze focused on the front door.