We spend the rest of the day unpacking, working our way through every room until we finally reach the bedroom. It’s eight o’clock and we’ve been at this all day, and as I stare at the bare mattress of the huge bed in the centre of our room and look over to Quinn who is bent over, searching through one of the boxes on the floor, her beautiful ass perched high in the air, there’s only one thing on my mind.
I stalk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist from behind and lift her. I drop her onto the bed, and she flips onto her back as I climb over her.
“Unpacking can wait,” I say before I go in for a kiss. She bands her legs around my waist, pulling me on top of her as the kiss becomes deep and heated.
Before I know it, we’re both naked, her breathy moans and the sound of our slick skin echoing around the empty room as I pound into her relentlessly. We don’t stop until we’ve christened every room in the house and we end up curled together in the middle of the living room carpet, our spent, gradually cooling bodies tangled together as we eventually regain our breath.
“God, I still can’t believe this is all ours,” she says.
I prop myself up and smile down at her. I lean in pecking a kiss to her mouth. “Well you better believe it, baby. Because the rest of our lives... a new chapter of our story, starts right here.”
Epilogue
Quinn
Two Years Later
Istand to the side of the stage, waiting for my name to be called, my stomach churning with nerves, my foot tapping anxiously on the ground. I look out over the sea of people, all wearing the same gown as I am, trying to process the fact that I’m actually here.
This is really happening.
“… Rory Tanner… Annabella Tate…” They reel off the names, my heart in my throat, my pulse pounding in my eardrums. “Quinn Taylor.”
Here I go.
Applause rings out across the large hall as I make my way up the few steps that lead me onto the stage on shaky legs. There are whistles and shouting from the crowd and my eyes follow the sound, where I see Dwight and Logan on their feet, they hands clapping above their heads. My heart warms, as well as my cheeks.
Richard Harris, along with the President and Vice-President of the University stand centre stage, and I shake each of their hands, taking my diploma.
I stop when I reach Harris, and he takes my hand in his. “Congratulations Quinn, you should be very proud.” He smiles.
“Thank you.” I return his smile and head off stage.
I did it!
I’ve officially graduated college.
I’m elated, proud of where I’ve come and where I’m going. I majored in English Lit just like I planned, but I’ve since decided that teaching is the one thing that I want to do. For the past few months, I’ve been gathering work experience as a teaching assistant at the local elementary school, and I’ve loved every minute, wanting to help give children the best possible start in life.
But as well as my happiness, today is a day tinged in sadness. My parents weren’t here to see me graduate, it’s a thought that has gotten to me over the last couple of months as finals came around and graduation day grew ever closer, but I tried to stay positive, comforted that wherever they are, they’re looking down over me.
“Oh my God! We did it!” Amy shouts as she hurtles towards me, knocking me backwards as she locks her arms around my neck.
“Congratulations,” I reply, winding my arms around her waist.
“We have to get a photo!” She pulls out her phone and extends her arm as she begins snapping selfie after selfie of us, up until Logan photobombs us, pulling a silly face in the background.
“Congrats, baby girl,” he praises, pulling Amy back against him and turning her head with his finger to kiss her. She giggles against his mouth, making me smile.
Yeah, it turns out somethingwasgoing on between the two of them all along, it was slow and unexpected, and Dwight and I were both surprised to find that Amy was able to tame the wild panty-melting playboy that once was Logan Cooper.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I melt against Dwight’s warmth. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he whispers in my ear, the tickle of his beard against my cheek sending shivers through my body.
“Thank you.” I twirl around in his arms and plant my hands flat on his chest as I peer up at him as he leans down for a kiss.
“Congratsies Quinn!” Lissy shouts, holding out her arms and I bend down, pulling her into a hug. Lissy is closely followed by Dwight’s parents and his sister in their congratulations and we all head off to the restaurant we booked a couple of weeks ago.
As soon as we arrive at the restaurant, Amy and I head off to the bathrooms and get changed out of our gowns, leaving us in the beautiful dresses we bought a week ago for this very occasion. Hers, a simple pale pink strappy dress that falls mid-calf and mine, a silver satin dress that ends just above my knees, keeping it modest.
