lovematch (ManxMan)

epilogue

"I've got work, Nate." I said, licking my lip as I stared at his big hand.

"I'm not stopping you from going." he said and I huffed out a breath. I got off the table and slipped onto his lap, straddling his waist, his hands cupping my ass. I looked right at him as I grind down slowly, teeth digging into my bottom lip. My breath was shaking and Nate's hand was digging into my ass.

I slipped my hand up his shoulder, cupped his face and kissed him. The kiss turning filthy when Nate slipped his tongue into my mouth, licking, tasting and taking. He wrapped his arms around my waist, making me grind down and press down even harder and I could feel him. I could feel him slowly fill out underneath my ass.

I pulled away, clambering off his lap. Nate blinked in confusion before looking over at me.

"No more." I said, panting.

"Why?" Nate asked and if I looked closer, I'd see him pouting.

"I've got work, baby." I said, resisting the urge to go over and kiss him.

I quickly walked over to the shower that Nate had in his office, making sure to lock the door or else Nate would come in and I would be very late for work. I checked myself out in the mirror, my eyes going wide when I take in my appearcance. My ahir was wild and my skin was littered in hickey, especially my neck. I shook my head. I walked away from the mirror, had a quick shower and wrapped myself in a bathrobe before walking out.

Nate had finally shut the door and he had on his pants now, shirt unbuttoned. My clothes were folded neatly on the table. I tell him thank you as I slipped on my dark jeans, and black shirt with little zebras on it, my socks and sneakers.

I slipped on my beanie, not even bothering to comb through the mess.

"You look amazing." Nate said, reaching for my hand.

"Thank you." I tell him, squeezing his hand.

I couldn't believe we've been together for seven months now. I didn't think I'd ever find someone like this. Someone like Nate. I never thought I'd find Nate. Nate who loved me just as much and as fiercely as I loved him. Nate who was nice, kind, caring and everything I've ever dreamt about in a partner. He was friends with my friends, treated Jaden like they were long lost brothers and made sure we were all okay.

"I've gotta go now." I said and Nate nodded.

I let go of his hand and walked over to the large painting that took up half the south wall. It was a large watercolor painting of me. My favourite piece of painting by Nate. He used black for my hair, a lot of yellow because to him I was so bright, some orange here and there like a glow. My eyes, lips, nose, my smile.

Nate slipped his hands around my waist, hugging me from behind. I placed my hand on his and kept staring at the painting. Nate told me he had been trying to paint just how beautiful I am but has never been able to capture it. He said this painting was the closest and I remember how shocked I was that day and how I had cried. The painting was huge and so beautiful. It looked like I was shining. Glowing.

It amazed me and still amazes me, how Nate really sees me. Like this truly gorgeous person. He's that to me, that and more. He was so wonderful, really. He was my everything. The love of my life.

"I love you, Nate."

"I love you too, Cil." he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

Nate does eventually buttons up his shirt and walked me out of the office. I don't even notice how the few people around were looking away from us. I just held onto Nate's hand as we walked out of the office and towards the car.

"Drive safetly and text me when you get there." Nate said and I nodded.

"I will. For dinner I was thinking we b-"

"Don't worry about dinner. I'll cook you your favourite, my love." Nate said.

"I love you."

"I love you, angel."

On my way to work, I couldn't stop thinking about how grateful I was for meeting Nate. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I wanted to be with him for a very long time. I even have the ring to prove it and will propose when the time is right. Once I had gotten to my destination and had gotten into the house, I texted Nate.

To Nate: got here safelty.

I also added the address just incase something went wrong and I needed help. I sprayed on the perfume the client had given me, a something Chanel before slipping into bed. While I was in there, duvet pulled around me, I scrolled through the apps on my phone, smiling when I see the lovematch app.

I tapped it open and typed out a message. The very first thing Nate had sent to me, his favourite poem.

chillwithcil: before I spoke his name
                      he was simply
                      one set of gestures
                      nothing more.

waitwithnate: then I spoke his name
                          he came to me and
                         became a flower.

The end.