Epilogue
KAYLA
A FEW MONTHS LATERChicago - Friday night
“Ready for some champagne and greasy bar food?”
I moan, looking over at Deacon. Turning to him in the limo’s backseat, my red-painted lips slip open. I’m almost panting as I smack them together. “I’m starving. I’m ready to put anything in my mouth right now.”
He glances back at me, his eyes taking in the blush pink dress on my frame. His stare turns heated—almost hot, and under it, my body warms all over, my skin tingling on every spot that Deacon’s eyes touch. I squirm under his scrutiny, and he licks his lips.
“You might not want to say that to the man who’s had a hard-on just looking at you for the last two hours.”
I flash him a small grin. “Well, do you think you can you last another two hours?” I shift again in the backsea
