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EPILOGUE
Carm
Almost one year later
“Idon’t wanna go bungee jumping,” I whine, sitting up in the hotel bed and watching Bella throw a sundress over her body, sans bra. She’s trying to kill me. I know it.
“You love to do those dangerous things.” She climbs across the bed and straddles me, then puts on the emerald earrings I got her. She plays with my hair when she’s done.
“That’s before I found something to live for.” I grab her ass and pull her into me. “I’d stay here all afternoon with you. That’s adventurous enough for me.”
She leans forward and kisses me.
My girl is so amazing. The work she’s done to put the attacks behind her still amazes me. It shows that muscles don’t prove how strong someone is, because she’s stronger than Mr. Olympia.
It took two months before we slept together, but I was okay. We took baby steps until she was ready. As long as she was mine, I didn’t care. That night when she tried to tell me she loved me first was the best night of my life.
Now we’re in Vegas, and it’s all I can do not to drag her down to the strip and have Elvis marry us. We’re here for a dual bachelor/bachelorette party for my cousin Luca and his fiancée, Lauren. After being apart from Bella all last night, I’m done with this shit. But I’m supposed to go bungee jumping with the guys while she shops with the girls until we all meet up for dinner.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand.
Bella picks it up and hands it to me. “It’s Enzo.”
I shake my head and put it back on the nightstand, rolling us over so I’m on top of her.
I’m ready for another round of Bella Scott, but she places her hand on my chest. “I have to get pretty. Have you seen these women?”
My lips find her neck. “You’re the most beautiful of them all. They’re all competing for second place, believe me.”
Her legs wrap around my waist. “You’re too sweet and just trying to get me to have a quickie when we both know Enzo’s calling because they’re waiting for you downstairs.”
I laugh and roll over because she’s right, but I’m not willing to be the idiot who makes everyone late. “When it’s my turn for a bachelor party, I don’t want all this shit. Let’s just elope somewhere. The honeymoon will be my bachelor party.”
She shakes her head and disappears into the bathroom. “Oh, how far Carmelo Mancini has fallen, huh?”
After I put on my shorts and T-shirt, I follow her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stare at her in the mirror, and she pulls the mascara wand away from her face.
“I don’t think I fell,” I say. “I rose to new heights.”
“Spoken like a guy who wants to get laid.” She leans toward the mirror to continue her makeup routine, and my hands mold to her hips. She’s in perfect position for me to lift up the skirt of her dress and take her right now.
“I have you, so I can get laid any time I want now.”
She raises her eyebrows in the mirror as a challenge.
“I love you,” I say to make up for what I just said.
She giggles, turning around. Her hand falls to the bulge in my pants. “Let’s see how you feel after sharing a bathroom with me.”
I’ve asked her to move in with me. She wanted to stand on her own for a while after everything that happened—I think to prove that she could—so even though we’ve been inseparable and wasting money on two places, I waited. She’s finally agreed to move in, so as soon as we return to Manhattan, we’ll be the Mancini/Scott house. Although Bella says it’ll be the Scott/Mancini home. Sometimes arguing isn’t worth it, and other times I just like to get her riled up because our sex is extra incredible on nights like those.
“I already love every minute of it. Especially those days when you get ready naked.”
She laughs again and pushes my chest. “Go!”
I hold up my hands and back away, but at the last minute, I grab her and kiss her until she’s panting and I’m assured she’s wet. There. Let her suffer too.
“Love you,” I say right before stepping out of the hotel room door.
