Epilogue
One year later
I hear him long before I see him. Heavy boots crushing fallen leaves and twigs under their soles. A jolly whistle. I can’t help but smile where I’m sitting with my back against a huge pine tree. Waiting for him.
It’s been a year since the day I got lost in the woods and found my way to Viggo’s cabin. To Viggo. And I’ve never really left, not after that first weekend together when we got caught by his sister almost f*****g in the kitchen.
Thinking about that incident still makes me cringe, but meeting them afterward—wearing clothes and not on the verge of cumming in my underwear—went well. His family is nice, and they made me feel welcome. Sofie didn’t even hint at what she walked in on; she was very charming and natural and completely different from the close
