Playing Dirty(162)

With that, he pulled back and sank down to his knees before kissing my stomach, and I smiled and watched, gently rubbing his hair as I contemplated our future together.

I’d read a lot of fairytales as a child, and I’d always loved losing myself in the imaginary worlds. However, I’d always known that they were just stories; fantasies that never actually happened and probably never would.

But now it had happened.

Through our love, Andrew and I had made our dreams and fantasies come true, and we’d made our very own happily-ever-after happen.

This was our fairytale.



THE END