He steps back and licks his full red lips slowly while looking at me. “You taste damn good.”
“So do you.”
He searches between my eyes then smiles softly. “That moment back then was a sign.”
I shake my head. “Do you really believe in signs?”
He nods.
“I don’t.”
Thunder crashes, streetlights flicker, and then the entire street goes black.
Ben pulls me into a hug. “I’m thinking you may want to start.”
Epilogue
Kendall
Nearly two years ago I left the most beautiful country, Ireland, with only a piece of my heart. I’d left the rest with Ben. With it, I left a promise to give us a chance. To explore the possibilities, when time allowed. I knew he’d be traveling the world, living his dream, while I studied my ass off, securing a career that would afford me the ability to feed my souls desire, to see the world.
The journey wasn’t without heartache, it wasn’t without tears, and it wasn’t without regret.
As the worldwide web became more accessible, so was the ability to see all that was accessible to a sexy lyricist that traveled with the many bands who hired him to create songs that became billboard chart toppers. Short skirts, tube tops, women who didn’t hold onto their innocence as fiercely as I did and one certain female agent who tried her damnedest, and almost succeeded in tearing us apart.
We loved, we hated, we fought, my God how we fought. We broke up. We got back together. We laughed, we cried, but most importantly, we loved.
Ben
As much as I wanted inside her, I grew to admire Kendall’s vow to herself that she wouldn’t have sex until marriage. And the fact that I was now a firm believer in fairytales, even when her belief wavered, I knew damn well I would be the one she succumbed to. Why? Because I was on the wagon myself.
Even though she didn’t say the words easily, I knew she loved me from our brief time in Ireland. Hell, I think I knew it from the moment my lips touched her slim fingers when I was just a boy.
What I didn’t expect was my very quick rise to my own kind of stardom in the music industry, and the way in which it would drag me around the world, by my blue balls.
How much ass can one man turn down, when the one girl whose ass he wants isn’t putting out?
If he loves her, he’ll turn down every bit that comes his way.
When I walked out of the back room of our converted barn, and stood, in front of everyone we loved I knew damn well that it was worth the wait.
“Are you serious right now?” I pretend to be annoyed when he scoops me up in his arms in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by our family and friends.
I’m anything but.
“Been watching you all damn day and haven?
??t had a chance to get close to you since our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer. And you know damn well you’ve been teasing the shit out of me all damn night. So, yes, I’m pretty fucking serious right now.”
He stomps through the crowd, and as we pass my parents, I wave.
Mom blushes, and Dad winks at Ben.
“Even your dad knows it’s time.”
I scrunch up my face. “That’s disgusting.”
He crashes his lips against mine, and I press mine to his as we walk out into the late spring, evening air.