Page 72 of Finally Home

“Close. Your. Eyes,” he instructs again. “Please? The sooner I show you this, the sooner we can crawl back into bed, and I can be back inside you.”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” I close my eyes with a huff. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I can hear the floor creaking under his feet, where Ollie is dancing, I assume, to see if I can see.

“Open them on three.” Ollie opens the door and carefully shuffles us inside. “One, two, three.”

“Oh my God,” I gasp, bringing my hands to cover my mouth. I take in the room that has a desk and my images framed on the wall. It feels like a completely different room from the last time I was in here. “When did you do all this?”

I look over my shoulder and find him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. There’s no stopping my eyes from dropping even lower.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” He pushes off the doorframe and closes the distance between us. “I haven’t slept well in a week. And I wanted to make a space just for you.”

“You set all this up without even knowing I was coming back?”

“Hopeful.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my eyes. “My sister talked sense into me, and I was biding my time to come get you. You just beat me to it.”

“I love you.” I push up on my toes and press my lips to his. The kiss quickly escalates as hands roam. It doesn’t even matter we just had each other, both of us are primed and ready to go. This man is absolutely insatiable. And he will never hear me complain about it.

“I love you, too.”

As Ollie and I kiss our way to our bedroom, about to get lost in each other again, I can’t help but hear his words from earlier this evening:“You’re finally home.”And I know, in fact, that with Oliver Mosby, I’m finally home.

THE END

Epilogue

Hollie

When I first started my journey with Wanderlust Photography, my favorite part was the anticipation of going somewhere new. Now, my favorite part is coming home. Don’t get me wrong, I still love my job and the experiences it brings me, but there’s no better feeling than coming home to Ollie and the life we’ve built together.

While I’m still traveling for shoots, I’m about to start a new venture. We are one week out from the grand opening of the Wanderlust Photography Studio. Ollie has been so supportive along the way and may even be more excited than I am for the opening.

“Hey,” Ollie says from the doorway of my home office. My mouth gapes when I find him fresh from the shower, a towel still wrapped around his waist.

“I love the way you objectify me with your eyes,” he teases when he catches me checking him out. He can’t honestly blame me. Has the man seen himself?

“Rhy wanted to know if you were coming in today for the final tasting.”

I glance down at my phone to see the time. “Yeah, I’ll just finish this up while you get ready, and then I’ll go in with you if that’s okay.”

“Absolutely. I just need to get dressed.” He disappears from the doorway but quickly reappears. “Oh, hey, can you go out to the mailbox and check to see if my new boxers were delivered? It says they were, but they weren’t on the front porch.”

I shake my head at how excited he is every month when his new boxers subscription arrives. I found this company online and got him a subscription for Christmas. His first pair had mistletoe directly on his dick. Like I said, they’re utterly ridiculous, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get excited each month, too, to see what arrives.

“Yeah, I’ll go check.”

“Thanks, babe,” he shouts from the hallway.

I press Save and close my laptop. Work will be here later for me.

The sun is shining brightly when I walk out onto the front porch, and I wish I had grabbed my sunglasses. I open the mailbox and come up empty on the package. That’s weird. Ollie is going to be upset if someone stole the package. I lean down to look into the mailbox just in case the mailman shoved it into the back of the box.

“What the fuck?” I laugh when I see a very familiar long and skinny object. I reach in and grab the raw hot dog. My laughter stops abruptly when I see what is lodged in the center of the meat product.

“Hollie,” Ollie says from behind me.How the hell did he get dressed and out here so fast?

I startle, not expecting him to be out here, and drop the hot dog. Thank God Ollie has quick reflexes, or maybe it’s the fact that he is down on one knee and able to catch it before it hits the road.

“What are you doing?” The words are barely a whisper.

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