“It was a masterpiece, Cash. It was so beautifully written. You could feel your pain and your love bleeding through every single page. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Apparently, crying has become second nature for us, because his eyes are already full, threatening to spill over. He kisses me with so much passion, so much love, that if I wasn’t lying down already, my legs would give out. His tongue slips inside, flicking the roof of my mouth before tangling with mine. His tears finally win the war, trickling out of his closed eyes.

We break the kiss, but our lips remain brushing. Our heavy breathing mingles, becoming one, our eyes locked on each other and refusing to look away. Our hands stroking each other faster, faster, until we’re both writhing and panting into each other’s mouths. Both of our eyes are now wet, but we ignore it. We give ourselves fully over to the pleasure we’re able to give each other. Getting lost in the moment.

His tongue darts out, licking my lips before pressing down for another tumultuous kiss right as he cries out into my mouth, coming all over my hand. Not even three seconds later, I’m following. My pulse hammers in my ears as I groan into his mouth, exploding in hot ropes between us.

We pull apart only long enough for me to grab a few tissues on the bedside table behind me to clean us both up before we’re tangled in each other’s limbs once more. We spend most of the day in bed, like we are right now. In our own bubble of love and lust. We eventually fall asleep, but not before he looks up at me with his big, dark doe eyes, and says, “I’m a better man because of your love. The route we had to take to find each other… to fully find each other, may have been rocky, heartbreaking, and disastrous, but I’d do it all over again if it meant I get to end up right here with you. Your heart, your soul, your love, it’s my final destination.”

Later that day, after we’d rolled around between the sheets a few more times, exhausted from orgasms, I ask him what he’s going to call his book.

He looks up at me with a sleepy smile. “Kismet.”

Part Four

“I lost my way all the way to you, and in you, I found all the way back to me.”

-Atticus

Theme Song”

Dreamer by Dermot Kennedy

Epilogue

Epilogue

Cash DeMarco

Spring, Two Years Later

“Ladies and gentlemen, American Airlines welcomes you to Beaumont, Texas…”

Glancing over at Stone, I ask, “What time do we meet the guys?”

“In about an hour,” he confirms. “We probably have enough time to grab a bite to eat before then.”