Epilogue – Forever
~ Kris Henderson ~
Six months later.
The beach house smelled of salt, warm skin, sunscreen, and the dark cedar musk of Niklaus’s cologne that still clung to every sheet, every pillow, every inch of me. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass, gilding the white linens gold and painting long stripes across my bare thighs. I stretched lazily beneath the comforter, completely naked, body still thrumming with the slow, possessive way he’d woken me an hour earlier: sliding into me from behind while I was still half-asleep, whispering “good morning, wife” against the nape of my neck as he rocked deep and unhurried, like we had centuries instead of just this lifetime.
We did have all the time now.
No more rigid schedules. No more library shifts bleeding into ex
