Page 392 of His Virgin Romance Series

EPILOGUE

GABBY

Four Years Later

It was early, but I loved the quiet calm of sunrise just before the hustle and bustle of the day caught up with you. I liked walking around the house too; taking in every room like it was a work of art. In some ways, that was exactly what it was.

It had taken Miles and me four years to finally purchase the house of our dreams. We had celebrated our three-year wedding anniversary two months ago, and this house was the next step in our plan. It had been sad to leave our apartment, only because it had been the place where we had celebrated many of our milestones together… both professionally and as a couple. But Miles and I both knew that it was time to move on.

We had outgrown that space and we were ready to move into our burgeoning future. True to his promise, Miles had made sure that I had a music room complete with a grand piano and shelves for all my records. His art studio was in the very next room… a rough space that was meant to be anything he wanted.

The last four years had been a whirlwind. Not only had Miles and I gotten married, but he had put on several exhibitions that had been extremely successful. He was now a local celebrity, and I couldn’t have been prouder. With his meteoric rise, Miles and I had decided to start an art studio of our own. We would sell his work and my music, and we could work together. But since I loved teaching so much, I had decided to continue teaching part-time so that I could have the best of both worlds.

We had a lot on our plates to juggle, but that was exactly how we liked it. There was a chaos in our lives that was enriching and fulfilling and extremely exciting. But lately, I had been feeling tired and I was beginning to suspect that I needed a short sabbatical from my fast paced yet stressful life.

I made some coffee and then headed upstairs to wake Miles. We had gotten home late last night after a gallery opening and he had collapsed onto be the moment we had arrived home. He was lying in the sheets, breathing heavily with his back to me and his face pressed to the side. I climbed up behind him and traced lines around his back with my finger. I kissed his neck and his ear softly until he stirred. He turned over, and I slipped my hand under the sheets.

I felt him groan as I took his cock into my hand and started massaging it gently, making sure to build the rhythm smoothly. He was hard before his eyes were open, but I didn’t mind.

I climbed on top of him and slipped his cock inside me. His eyes fluttered open as I rode him gently, making sure not to jerk him out of sleep with a rough fuck. His hands grabbed my ass, and I placed my hands on his chest and increased the speed of my thrusts.

He had very little control considering he had just woken up and I had taken him off guard. He came violently with his eyes rolling back in his head. I smiled down at him, kissed his lips gently, and rolled off.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning indeed,” Miles sighed. “That was quite the wakeup call.”

“Your welcome.”

Miles smiled and wrapped his arm around me. “Come here.”

“We don’t have time,” I said. “We have to get dressed and get over to our art studio… remember?”

“Our art studio,” Miles repeated, with a smile. “It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve always thought so.” I nodded. “Now come on… we can’t be late. It’s our first official day… we’re opening our doors to the public.”

“Okay, okay,” Miles said, as he got up and headed to the bathroom.

Once we were both dressed, we got into our car and drove to the art studio which was only a convenient ten-minute drive. We parked and as we walked up to the gallery I realized that I could recognize the people standing just outside it.

“Oh my God,” I laughed, as I spotted Mom, Seth, Leah, and Zack.

“Leah,” I gasped, running up to her and embracing her. “I can’t believe you came.”

“I had to be one of the first people to walk into your new art studio,” she said.

“You are amazing,” I said, before turning to my mother and brother. “You guys! You are truly the best.”

“We just wanted to show you two how proud we are of your journey together,” Mom said, linking her arm with Miles’s. “I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

“Neither can we.”

I turned to see Miles’s parents walking up towards our small gathering. I glanced immediately at Miles who was looking surprised and incredibly touched that they had shown up. The last four years had gone a long way in reestablishing a familial bond between Miles and his mother and father… but somehow Miles was still surprised when they showed up to things.

I embraced my in-laws and thanked them for coming before Miles got out the key and opened the doors to our studio. We paraded in with our family and friends on our heels, and everyone let out a little cheer as we looked around the cute little studio that Miles and I had spent the better part of a year trying to get off the ground. I was very happy, but I was also feeling very lightheaded, and Miles seemed to notice.

“Hey, hon,” he said, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Are you okay?”

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