Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Epilogue

NOTE: I know a lot of people won't read this little note, but I just wanted to let you guys know I posted the synopsis for Ella's story! It's called Best Kept Lies, so please check it out if you'd like to continue on! :)

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When I walk out of the bathroom, Tyler's sitting on the edge of my bed lacing his boots up. I smile and hop back on the bed. Moving behind him, I drape my arms over his shoulders and press a kiss to the side of his neck. "Leaving me already?"

He tightens the lace and straightens. "Benji's called twice," he tells me.

"You can't just have your way with me and then leave," I whisper and kiss his neck again. "That's not how this works."

Tyler breathes a laugh. "Believe me, I don't wanna leave." He looks at me over his shoulder. "You're making it difficult."

"Then don't leave me," I say teasingly and nip at his jaw. "We don't have to do anything. We can lay in bed all night and watch TV instead."

Tyler turns his head away and sighs. "I really have to go. Plan a tour. You know, take over the world. That kind of thing."

Laughing lightly, I reach around and curve my hand under his chin. Gently, I tip his head back so my lips can find his. He tastes sweet as his mouth opens and our tongues graze. It heats fast and my stomach flutters at the feel of his lips.

When he pulls away, he sucks air in through his teeth.

My eyes open, but his remain shut. "It's late. Benji won't need you until the morning."

Tyler's eyes slowly open and our eyes meet. He searches my own and I know he's about to give in before he says, "Fuck it."

In seconds, he attacks me to the bed and I let out a really loud laugh. "We don't have much time together," I say.

I notice a shift in Tyler's mood, but he doesn't respond as he drops his head to kiss my neck. His teeth graze my skin and he nibbles, making it more sensitive than it already is.

While he's distracted, I press my palms against his shoulders and give a small push so he falls on the empty side of the bed. In a smooth motion, I straddle his hips and lift up on his t-shirt to remove it. I throw it to the side and lower my mouth to his neck first.

Like Tyler, I also enjoy taking my time. Unlike Tyler, I actually enjoy being teased. Tyler becomes impatient and has to take control. Tonight probably won't be any different, so I continue on at a snail pace.

Reaching the valley of his torso, I kiss my way down the center of his velvety skin until his breathing quickens a little. When my lips find his hips, I can tell he's about to take control.

Surprisingly, he doesn't.

I kiss the length of Tyler's forest tattoo and his hands find the bottom of my t-shirt. He scrunches it into his fists, but doesn't act on his overwhelming desire. My lips drift over his stomach, making my way to his other side where two more tattoos lie. The Triforce, which matches Benji's, and lyrics that read "I really wish that you could help, but my head is like a carousel."

"Maggie," he whispers.

"What?" I murmur against his skin and continue my trail over towards the center of his torso. My lips fit in the dip of his slightly chiseled chest and I kiss my way up to his collar bone. Parting my lips, I nibble and suck on the small patch to leave my mark.