Epilogue
One Year Later
Ileaned against the kitchen counter as I watched Brandon wrap the present. Wisps of his light brown hair fell forward as he looked down to concentrate. Patiently, I sipped coffee from the latest mug in the socks and coffee design line. Part of me wanted to lend him a hand, but the other part loved watching him.
After he put the gifts in the bag, he wadded up a piece of tissue paper and tossed it, as if it were a basketball, in the bag. I stopped him when I saw he was about to ball up another sheet of the tissue paper.
“Ah!”
Brandon’s hands stopped moving, and his bright blue eyes stared at me through the strands of hair that had fallen forward. I set the mug on the counter and went to him at the table. I picked up a sheet of the tissue paper and let the center of it fall around my hand, waiting for him to mirror my actions. I raised my eyebrow while looking at him, and he caught on. Once the sheet of tissue paper was around his hand too, I gently wrapped my hand around the tissue paper that covered my other hand and carefully slid it off my fingers. I then placed it in the gift bag, and Brandon did the same.
“Now, doesn’t that look a little nicer, pup?” I asked.
“I guess.”
I swatted his ass and weaved my hand through his hair before I tugged his head backward. A wolfish smile forced its way onto my face as my other hand traced the outline of his throat.
“I meant, yes. It absolutely looks better,” he said enthusiastically. His playful grin made my dick stir.
“Good. That’s what I thought too.” I smirked at him as I leaned in to kiss his forehead. As much as I wanted to devour him, it would need to wait until later.
“I think all that’s left is for you to write their names on the card and the tag on the gift bag,” I said while looking over the table to make sure we had everything.
Brandon reached for a blue marker, put the cap between his teeth, and pulled the marker away from his mouth.
“I don’t understand why we have to put their names on the tags.” He sighed.
“Because these will become keepsakes for them.”
“Really? Who keeps cards and a gift bag?”
“Trust me, they will. Now, let’s head over. We only have a small window of time,” I explained.
On our drive, Brandon carried on about the names on the gift bag and the card. All I could do was smile.
“What? Why are you smiling? You’ve been smiling the entire way over,” he commented as I pulled into a parking spot.
“I’m thinking about how much I’ll enjoy turning that ass of yours red later on,” I answered. I smiled broadly as his cheeks flushed. “Come on, pup. You carry the gift bag.”
I got out of the car and waited for Brandon at the open trunk.
“I’ll carry it,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “And I’ll make sure they know I wrapped it and made the gift too,” he smarted.
“I’ll make sure they know as well, pup.”
Brandon quieted down as we went inside and rode the elevator up to the third floor.
“I wonder if they’ll smell already,” he mused. I watched the numbers light up as we passed the floors. “I hear they smell instantly.”
“You have, huh?”
“Yes.”
We exited the elevator and made our way down the hall. Even though the door to Tabitha’s room was wide open and people were inside, I firmly knocked before entering.
“Hello, James and Brandon,” Tabitha called over and waved.
“Hello!” I said and waved back.
