Page 52 of Melting Wynter

Epilogue

Wynter

“Another movie night in the books.”Weston smiles at me before his lips press gently against mine.

“Mmhmm,” I murmur as he takes what he wants from me. It’s a raw and demanding kiss, promising him I’ll continue to be his forever. Prying my lips apart with his tongue, he plunders my mouth, leaving me clinging to him with need.

I promoted Weston to the senior columnist position at work not long after the Gala ball. I couldn’t deny he was the most deserving of the job. He’d really stepped up his game with the last articles he’s written. I keep a copy of my favorites in my email for whenever I wanted to read it again and remember the time when I almost lost the love of my life over my fear of it.

Luckily there hadn’t been an issue with our dating while both working at The Avant Garde even though technically I was his superior. Human resources said as long as we kept it quiet and weren’t openly all over each other it wouldn’t be an issue.

He breaks the kiss a few seconds later and I whimper at the loss and disappointment, only to realize that he’s mine now. We only have to sneak kisses when we’re at the office these days. Outside of work, kisses and sex are fair game. It’s nice officially being together and not having to hide our love.

My previous fears fell flat. Weston loves me for me, not my family name or my money. He has his own, so that was never an issue. My fear about becoming my parents falls by the wayside too. Communication is the key to making it work. Life isn’t always perfect between us, we have fights, and then we enjoy the fuck out of making up, but we’ll never be my parents.

Addison and Weston swapped apartments. Now she lives with her fiancé, Reece, and Weston lives with me. After West and I finally got our shit together, they finally had the chance to spend a vast amount of time together and now, they’re getting married. Getting their own happily ever after.

“Hey, West. Why Disney? Does this have something to do with your mom?”

“My mom left us when I was nine years old. She left behind a sad little boy who kept her close by watching those movies. Every Sunday, we would eat ice cream and watch Disney, then when she left, I did it to keep her close. When we found out she’d passed from cancer, it wrecked me and even as an adult, I watched to remember her and all those nights we spent on the couch.”

We swing in the hammock Weston got after I’d asked him for one that matched the old one from his apartment. I’d grown quite fond of it before he moved in.

“You know I really love that you got this hammock for the living room.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. The things I could do to you in this hammock.”

“Don’t promise things you can’t back up.”

“Challenge accepted.”

I shake my head at him, turning back to the movie credits scrolling across the screen.

“I have to say… I think Frozen is by far my favorite movie.”

“It’s mine too. I finally won over my ice queen.”

“You know what I’ve finally realized?”

“No,” he says, leaning over to kiss my lips again.

“Olaf is right… Some people are definitely worth melting for.” I smile up at him.

“Sometimes the right amount of cold is perfect, my beautiful Chief.”

“I still can’t believe you got that tattooed on your chest,” I say, running my fingers over his inked words.

“Why not? You’ve seen all the other characters.”

“True, weirdo.”

“I’m your weirdo, fairytale obsessed and head over heels crazy for my own personal Ice Queen, Chief, Wyn....”

“Remember a while back when you told me that men don’t like cold things near their dicks…”

He eyes me warily. “Yes…”

“Call me Chief one more time…”

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