EPILOGUE
Walking home takes so much longer than it normally would since Blue and I can’t really keep our hand off each other. We somehow manage to make it back just as the moon’s rising, the balmy night promising utter peace in all it’s cal glory. Or maybe that just what I want. Regardless, the second we get home, all past thoughts of ‘going slow’ and taking things ‘one day’ at a time seem to have fled Blue’s mind. Maybe he’s just as tired of waiting as I am. Or maybe he’s just been waiting until we’ve graduated to act on the chemistry sizzling between us.
We stumble into the house with our lips locked, hands roaming. It’s a miracle we manage to close and lock the front door before I find myself being pressed up against the nearest wall. Between the flat, unforgiving surface of the wall and the solid heat of Blue’s body, I cling to my mate as our mouths collide. My fingers slide through his thick hair, the other hand trying to make quick work of the zipper holding his graduation gown closed. Somehow, Blue’s already managed to remove my robe as is trying to navigate the removal of my other garments without disconnecting our mouths.
Cursing under my breath, I finally give up on trying to be human in my efforts and just rip at the pesky material of his clothes. With a chuckle, Blue returns the favor, the sounds of our tearing clothes filling the air as we blindly stumble towards the bedroom. The moment my bare back hits the plush surface of the bed, my mate pulls back, breathing hard. I growl, the sound all annoyance and heated frustration as I prepare to jump him.
We’re both too worked up to just put a stop to this now-
But then I actually look at my mate in front of me. He’s dropped to eye-level by the bed, still wearing his pants and a few shreds of a once-button-down shirt. The chain around his neck is gone. The bullet charm no longer in it’s usual place. Suddenly, the last few hours of the day make sense as I stare at the thing clasped in his hand. The brief recollection of evergreen-eyes from a barely-remember breakfast meeting flashing in the back of my mind. Eye of my father coaxing me to forget something having to do with the lack of my own necklace and charm being taken this morning…
“The position of Luna’s still open.” Blue murmurs, kneeling in front of me with a silvery thing in his hand. I stare at him for a long moment as my brain tries to register what it is he’s holding out to me- The breath in my chest catches and I feel my eyes widen with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. “Marriage isn’t a prerequisite to sealing the bond- or even becoming Luna,” Blue hurries to explain the silvery loop of metal still clutched between his thumb and forefinger. “But I don’t want there to be any doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re mine. In this world and that of the humans.” There’s a slightly possessive note in his voice that makes me melt a little.
“If I’m going to be yours, you’ll have to be mine.” I tell him softly, finally able to speak around the dryness in my throat. “No one else.” Blue’s strained expression eases and I see the hints of mirth dancing in his eyes.
“Scarlett,” He reaches up to cup my cheek as his soft voice wraps around me. “There hasn’t been anyone else on my mind or in my heart since you first walked into that class room.” His admission removes all other mental and emotional blocks from my mind as I grin at him.
“Then, yes.” I announce, already knowing I’d have agreed more than a week ago to this. It’s been a long time coming, the answer I’ve longed to give for months. Blue’s face relaxes as he reaches for my hand and slips the ring onto my finger, leaning down to place a kiss to my knuckles before pressing one to my mouth. We fall back onto the bed, the humming connection between us amplifying the rejoicing emotions and words unsaid as our bodies tangle. The bond that joins us thickens and burns ever brighter as the night progresses and solidifies into an iron-clad thing.
We both know the second the bond is finally sealed.
