“Figures,” I murmured as I playfully rolled my eyes.
But Fangs wasted no time in helping me onto the leather passenger’s seat before he slung his leg over the motorcycle.
“Wrap your arms around my waist.”
I did exactly as he asked. “I like it when you’re all demanding and shit.”
He revved the engine. “Now, hang on tight, okay?”
I gripped his leather jacket in my fists. “Ready when you are, handsome.”
As he pushed off, easing us toward the road that took us right back into town, everything fell from my mind. As the wind wrapped around my body, the feeling of freedom rushed throughout my veins. I held tightly onto the man I loved as our bodies dipped and bobbed and weaved with the mounting motions of his bike. The air soared through my hair, wafting it backward and out of my face as I drank it all in.
The world felt so great, and so big, and so eager in its wanton need to be explored by us. And as I pressed my cheek between his shoulder blades, only one thought crossed my mind.
I could live like this forever.
Which I had every intention of doing.
EPILOGUE
JULIA
Four Months Later
As birds chirping outside dawned upon my tired mind, the second thing that happened wasn’t something I heard, but something I felt. The warm rays of the sun shone through Fangs’s apartment window, and my body turned itself away from the harsh light.
“Just five more minutes,” I murmured as I slung my arm over his waist.
But, when my hand dropped down to a set of warm, yet empty, sheets, I peeked an eye open.
“Fangs?” I asked groggily.
I sat up and looked around, trying to get my bearings. I had pretty much taken up Fangs’s one-bedroom apartment, bringing a new set of clothes and something else from my toiletry cabinet every time I came over. He didn’t seem to mind, though. Even though we never outright talked about it, I always found that there was room for more stuff whenever I came over.
A dresser that had been emptied that hadn’t been empty before.
A space in his closet that had been cleared of all his stacked-up, only-partially-dirty jeans.
A drawer in his bathroom that stayed cracked open until I finally managed to fill it with some of my makeup and jewelry.
I enjoyed the way he cleared a path for me, allowing me to fill it on my own time, when I was ready. It was unlike any relationship I’d ever had with, well, anyone. There was give and take. Not just giving. He consulted me on things and asked my opinion, like he genuinely enjoyed what I had to say about things.
I fell in love with him more and more each day.
Especially when I sniffed the air and smelled coffee.
“Fangs!?” I called out after clearing my throat.
He nudged the door open before appearing shirtless, in nothing but his boxers, with two mugs of coffee in hand.
“Here,” he said as he perched on my side of the bed, “I figured you could use some caffeine.”
I took it from him and sat up. “Especially after last night.”
He winked. “You know you enjoyed it.”
“Hey, all I’m saying is I’ll never complain if you wake me up.”
