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Epilogue
Eva
One Year Later
It’s been six months since Brett and I got married...fuck no, I’m kidding. Neither of us want that, not now anyway. We did however move in together a few months ago, but life hasn’t changed all that much. We still work on cars together, we still go out to the bars, and we still laugh a hell of a lot. We still have the most unbelievable, rough, dirty sex, only now we stay in the same bed after.
After the cancer scare, I swore to him that I wouldn’t run again. No matter what happens. And he promised to stay even if the cancer does comes back. All of my tests are clear though, and as long as it stays that way there is nothing to worry about. I’ve done enough worrying to last a lifetime. I’m determined to love the life I’m so grateful to have, with the man who I love more than anything.
“Eva, get your sexy ass out here,” Brett yells from our backyard.
Asher, Payton, Shawn, and Jana are all coming over for a bbq, so he’s been busy in the yard. Going out there, he is sitting in a chair, grinning.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, laughing.
He pulls me to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re going to miss all my attention when everyone is here, so I’m letting you soak it up now,” he says, kissing my neck.
“Oh you’re letting me soak it up, huh? What about you?” I ask, moaning as he bites down on my neck.
“I can soak it up all I want, it’s never enough,” he says, grabbing my breasts.
It took a while, but once I showed him my scars, well I saw it all differently. He told me they were like tattoos. Showing something I lost, like he’s tattooed with people he lost. Now, I find my scars sexy and even though I still have no feeling in them, I love when he touches me now.
“No it’s never enough, but imagine how fucking good it will be later,” I moan out when he runs a hand over my pussy.
“Let’s cancel and I’ll show you now,” he says, nipping the shell of my ear. Just as I’m about to agree, the doorbell rings. “Fuck.”
“Until later,” I say, pressing my lips to his.
Even with everyone here Brett’s always touching me, kissing me or watching me. He looks at me exactly the way I wished someone would one day. He looks at me like he loves me.
I never would have thought when we started this as friends that we’d end up here. Damaged as we are, we are perfect together.
THE END
