Epilogue
I ended up staying until New Year’s Day—after calling my boss and sucking up to him so he’d give me a few days off. I hung out with my mom when Axel was at work and it was just like old times. I’d missed her even more than I’d realized.
Evenings and nights were spent with Axel. He picked me up on his way home from work and we devoted the time to getting to know each other better. I couldn’t get enough of his company, his wits, or his curious hands.
And I couldn’t stop kissing him.
We spent hours on the couch, making out like teenagers until our lips were raw and we were on the verge of hyperventilating. I slept in his arms every night and learned he was a grump before he’d had his first cup of coffee in the morning. But most of all we talked. About life and death, TV and books
