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“Anything,” he says as he slides deep. He stills and rests his forehead against mine. “Nothing has ever felt like this before. Feeling you without anything between us— It’s… fuck me, baby. This is heaven. I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
He kisses me again as he starts to move, and it’s not lost on me that I’m going to spend the rest of my life kissing my rival.
EPILOGUE CHARLOTTE
Six monthslater
Charlotte
I’m staring down at my engagement ring, something I’ve done a lot of the last week since Spencer proposed. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I might have in mind for my wedding, and I don’t need all the fanfare. I just want to be his wife. I don’t desire a big wedding, or hell, a wedding at all for that matter. We could go to the courthouse, and I’d be more than fine with it. However, I’m going to need to convince my fiancé that’s what I want.
I just want him and the life that we’re building. I don’t require more than that. Just Spencer.
“Do you not like it?” he asks, walking into the bedroom. It’s Sunday night, and we’re getting ready for bed.
“I love it. I was just thinking about our wedding.”
“Anything you want, Charlie girl,” he assures me.
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I don’t really want a wedding.”
“You don’t?” he asks.
“No. I just want to be your wife, Spencer.”
He nods and grabs his cell phone from the nightstand. His fingers tap at the screen before the phone rings. I’m curious, but I don’t ask. When I hear his mom answer, I’m surprised and even more intrigued.
“Hey, kid,” she greets.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Everything is fine. Charlie and I were just talking about the wedding.”
“Oh. What can I do?”
“Well, we were thinking of something intimate. Maybe even just the two of us.”
“And you’re asking for my permission?”
“Not your permission but your thoughts?”
She chuckles. “Spencer, weddings are for the guests, but the sentiment is for those pledging to share their lives together. You know that your father and I eloped, and I don’t regret it, not for a single second.”
“So, you wouldn’t be mad if you missed it?”
“No, son, and neither would your father. We know how much you love her, and we also know this has to be hard for her. She doesn’t have her parents, and that, well, that has to be tough. We support you no matter what. In fact, I encourage it. I’m hopeful that means I’ll be getting grandbabies to spoil soon.” You can hear the love and the happiness in her voice for us. My own happiness and love has tears springing to my eyes. His parents have accepted me with open arms, and I love them as much as I love their son.
“Thanks, Mom. I love you.” He winks at me. “I need to go now. It’s time I convince my fiancée that we need to start making babies.”
“Spencer!” I scold, then smack my hand over my mouth, and his mom laughs.
“Hi, Charlie,” she says through the phone.
“Hi.”
