My gut clenched at just the thought of losing Nora.

No fuckin’ way would I let that happen.

Unable to stop myself, I laid my lips against hers.

Her eyes fluttered open, slowly, still clutched by sleep.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” I murmured back, my hand lowering to her pussy.

She inhaled sharply as her body melted into mine.

And then I started my morning how I planned on starting it for the rest of my life… fucking my woman.

Epilogue

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Recipe: Strawberry Cornmeal Layer Cake

From ‘Dessert Person’

NORA

It ended with a wedding.

Not ours, mind you.

Rowan hadn’t asked me yet.

Not that I was concerned about getting his ring on my finger. Don’t get me wrong, I was near giddy at the prospect of marrying the man I loved. But I wasn’t in any rush. I didn’t need it to be happy, wasn’t leaving ring catalogs around the house. A lot of women wanted the ring because they wanted their man to commit. Wanted to know that he was serious and wanted only her. That the man they were with had a future in mind. A shared future. Forever.

Rowan had made it clear since the beginning that he was serious and wanted only me. He’d never hid how he felt about me. And he was constantly talking about forever type things.

We lived together. I had adopted his dog. We spent almost all of our free time together. He gave me multiple orgasms. Daily.

Marriage, though an exciting milestone in the future, wasn’t something that I thought would change anything.

Marriage was changing something for someone, though. Two someones. Changing everything, actually.

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this,” I told Fiona as she topped off both of our champagne flutes. I hadn’t touched mine since the first glass she’d poured, and she’d almost polished off the entire bottle on her own.

“What is there to wrap your head around?” she snapped, picking up the glass and taking a large gulp before turning to inspect herself in the mirror.

I frowned at my best friend. “How about the fact that the two of you could barely stand to be in the same room as each other less than a month ago, and now you’re getting married?”

Fiona scowled at me in the mirror. “Haven’t you heard of the enemies to lovers trope?” she barked in the same defensive tone she’d adopted since they’d announced not only their engagement but their wedding date three weeks ago.

“I have, and it’s a great one, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were still firmly in the enemies phase,” I retorted, running my fingertips around the rim of my glass. “You guys don’t seem all that… in love.”

Fiona scowled again as she took another sip then leaned in to touch up her lip gloss. She, of course, looked stunning in a simple slip dress that skimmed over her body like a dream and showed off her tanned skin.