think I would survive sleeping on the ground. I’m a bit of a germaphobe.”
I laugh. “You’re right. You wouldn’t survive.”
“I guess we will be living with Cole then.”
“You get to be the one to tell him.”
He kisses me. “I think you should tell him. He’ll punch me in the face. He owes me a few punches.”
I smile. “Fine, I’ll tell him.”
We kiss again, and I know we won’t be able to stop kissing for the rest of the night.
“Our relationship won’t exactly be perfect then, will it?”
“Perfect is overrated.”
I smile. “Kiss me and make me forget.”
I fell in love with Knight with one kiss, and with one kiss I brought him from the brink of despair.
“No, I’ll kiss you, so you never have to forget again.”
Epilogue
Knight
“Hey, Knight?” Mila shouts from the couch of our living room.
Why she’s shouting, I don’t know. I’m cooking in the kitchen three feet away from her. The apartment we occupy is tiny. Less than five hundred square feet. But it’s ours.
“Yes, baby?” I stir the marinara sauce.
“How accurate were the results at Perfect Match?”
I raise an eyebrow as I glance her way. “You would know better than me.”
“You had a hundred percent guarantee. And when you matched couples, you had less than five percent report incompatibility after they started dating.”
“Then I guess we were pretty good.”
She frowns.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just filled out both of our profiles, and it says we are incompatible. That we shouldn’t be together. Do you think Abri knows it was me filling out the questionnaires and rigged it just to mess with us?”
I laugh and turn off the burners before walking over to Mila on the couch. I stand behind her, rubbing her shoulders gently that have tensed from reading the results.
“We are incompatible, huh?” I ask, ignoring the part about Abri. Neither of us brings her up often, but last time I checked, she had grown the company by ten percent and was dating a finance guy from Manhattan. She seems to be doing just fine.
“Yes,” she groans.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, then trail my kisses down to her ear.
“What do you think now? Are we still incompatible?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Hmm.” I move my lips to her neck, sucking her sweet skin.
She moans.
“What about now?”
“Still incompatible.”
The top of her scrubs gives me a fantastic view of her chest. I let my hand gently glide down her chest until I squeeze her breasts, letting my thumb trace over her nipple.
“And now?”
“Mmmhhh, still incomp—”
My lips land on her mouth as I tilt her head to me. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and then I’m gone. I forget about making dinner. It will have to wait. I can feel her desperation and mild heartbreak, and I won’t ever let her feel that way again.
I climb over the couch, so I don’t have to end the kiss and kneel in front of her feet. With one last kiss, I pull her pants and underwear down, burying my face between her legs.
“Yes!” she cries at my touch.
“Yes, we are compatible?”
She pants. “Ahh, almost.”
I laugh and then drape her legs over my shoulders as I go to work on making her feel like mine. I should have had her the second she got off her twenty-four-hour shift.
My tongue licks, finding her clit with ease as I trace circles just the way she likes. I slip a finger into her tight cunt, and within moments, I feel her clenching around me.
“What about now?” I smile against her leg before kissing her inner thigh.
“I think we are perfect for each other.”
“Good, now get dressed before dinner gets cold.”
She pouts.
I laugh. “I’ll fuck you more after dinner.”
“Or you could fuck me while eating dinner.”
My eyes darken. “Dammit, I love you.”
Two hours later we are fucked, our tummies full, and we’ve showered and changed.
“Where are we going?”
“To one of my favorite places.”
She climbs onto the back of my motorcycle without any more questions. Today is the anniversary of her parents’ deaths. The anniversary of when we first met. Most of the day she’s been distracted with work, but now she’s mine.
I drive quickly away from our tiny apartment to our destination, loving how her hands feel wrapped around my waist. I could spend the whole night driving, but then I wouldn’t know what is going through her head. I wouldn’t be able to see if she’s having nightmares or dozing peacefully behind me. And I can’t stand not being able to save her from any pain if I can.
So I pull up in front of the tattoo parlor, and Mila takes my hand as we get out.
“We are getting tattoos?” she asks.
“Yes, I thought what perfect way to mark you as mine?”
“I love that idea.”
“That is if you can afford it, my sugar momma.”
She laughs. “I’m not your sugar momma.”
“You make all the money saving people’s lives at the ER. You pay all our bills. That’s the definition of a sugar momma.”
She rolls her eyes. “You just got investors to invest over five million dollars in your latest app idea. I don’t think I will be paying for anything for long.”
I kiss her hard. “I won’t see any of the money in my pocket for years. In the meantime, I’m in your debt.”
She kisses me back before running into the parlor.
I chase after her.
“What tattoo do you want to get?” Mila asks as she looks at various designs in the office.
“I want your name, here,” I say, pointing to ring finger of my left hand.
She gasps.
“What tattoo do you want?” I ask.
“A dragon.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Really? Where? I think that tattoo will take more than one night.”
She laughs. “Kidding. I want your name here.” She points to her own ring finger.
We’ve talked several times about it. Marriage may or may not be in our futures. It’s not something that is important to either of us right now. But I want her to know she’s mine, and I’m hers. This is the way to show it.
We both take a seat in chairs next to each other as the artists begin needling the ink into our skin.
I’ve already gotten one tattoo since I met Mila. A cracked heart around Abri’s name. Mila wouldn’t let me erase her or mark over her, but she agreed to let me have a broken heart.
Mila’s phone buzzes and I glance over just catching Ren’s name as Mila silences her phone. Mila is meeting her siblings tomorrow for brunch. Things haven’t completely healed between them yet, but they are all working on mending their relationships with a lot of therapy sessions and brunch meetings. Something about how none of them can yell if they are eating brunch.
“What’s going through your head, pretty girl? What’s your plan for the rest of our lives?”
She smiles as she thinks for a moment. “I don’t have one. I had a plan for a perfect life to replace my horrible life, but I found you instead.”
I laugh at her jab against me.
“You sure you don’t have our entire life planned out yet?”
She smirks. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
The End
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