Maggie was already nodding her head, her hands clasped in front of her mouth, as she jumped up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I stood up and slid my grandmother’s precious gorgeous ring on her finger and wrapped my arms around her, lifting her into the air and spinning around in circles. “I love you so much, Mags. So fucking much.”
“I love you too, Garner. I’m so happy you came back to me.”
We kissed and kissed as the few groups of people around us cheered and clapped.
Maggie blushed as I kissed away her tears. I didn’t care. I shouted from my lungs, loud and clear, a big “Woo-hoo!” and spun Maggie around again.
I took her by the hand, and we walked to the window, watching the sunset as we kissed and Maggie admired the ring.
“This is your grandmother’s, isn’t it?” Maggie whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks once more.
“Yes. You’re the only woman I would ever want to have it. The only woman who deserves it. I love you, Mags.”
“I love you so much too, Garner. My dream come true.”
Later that night, I worshipped her body in our hotel room, showing her just how much I loved her, like I always did.
And as we watched the sunrise in each other’s arms, we promised each other to always love and take care of the other, no matter what happened.
Illness, hardships, or bumps in the road, no matter what happened, we were each other’s partners.
Forever and ever.
EPILOGUE
Maggie
One year later
Garnerand I were married in a private ceremony with both of our parents in December, reminding us that Christmas brought us back to one another. It played an important part in our relationship and our memories together.
After the ceremony, we all shared a small dinner, and the following day, Garner and I boarded a flight for our honeymoon, a tour through Europe.
We loved it so much we wanted to go back, but this time with the agenda we wanted. We spent extra time in the cities we hadn’t seen yet, spending extra time in England and Scotland. I couldn’t help that’s where all the cute bookstores were. They were like hidden treasures tucked into tiny spaces. Discovering one was the best part.
Garner found his own love for books in the historical fiction genre, supporting my love for bookstores and getting lost in them for hours. He’d spend his time lost in a book while Ibrowsed the shelves and read too, bringing him drinks and snacks and kisses.
One night, while lost in the basement of an old bookstore, we got locked inside after they closed. Using our phone flashlights, we managed to find a lighter and a couple of candles, using them for light. Under candlelight, we fucked on the table before finding our way outside through an unlocked window. Thank God there were no alarms.
We took a ride on theLondon Eye Ferris wheel, and while hundreds of feet in the air, Garner fingered me and rubbed my clit until I orgasmed on the way down.
That was the best part of him. He always kept me on my toes. It was exciting and fun, and I hoped it would never change.
While visiting Italy, we took a pasta making class and a brick oven pizza one. We ate until we couldn’t walk and drank more wine than we should’ve.
In Paris, France, we danced under the moonlight at theEiffel Tower andmade love in our hotel room to the sounds of live music drifting in through our open window.
In Amsterdam, we partied like two college students, experiencing it together since we never got to in college. We visited a sex club and watched people fuck, only to end up fucking in our own private room. It was the hottest fucking thing I ever did, and Garner was fucking amazing.
How he made me orgasm every night over and over, I’d never understand. My clit barely needed to be touched before I was ready to explode, my body so primed to him.
One look and my panties were soaked.
One kiss and I was ready to lie down and spread my legs.
And when we returned from our honeymoon, rested and exhausted at the same time, I lived out my fantasies every day. Sometimes we role played, sometimes we had sex in his truck, or in the backyard. It was hot as fuck.
