Never Too Late | ✓

EPILOGUE

❝Forgiveness doesen't mean accepting someone's apology, it means understanding fully that a person made a mistake, but is worthy of a second chance.❞

--Unknown

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EPILOGUE
18 months later...

Becca's arms hung limp at her sides, her green-brown eyes sparkling brightly as she took in the overwhelming sight before her.

Light from the hot mid-day sun streamed through the large windows at the far end wall, casting shadows into the room which, mixed with the beams of light, created a pattern against the dark wooden floor boards.

To her sides, nude cream walls laughed at her, taunting her to stick posters, frames, even a nice cork board where she could pin pictures, designs and notes. She'd buy a large desk where she could place her laptop, and wooden boxes to place all her brushes, markers, washy-tapes and other supplies; some shades for the windows and...oh! and she could also buy one of those swivel chairs she loved to spin on for hours, but never really had the chance to own one. It would be a-mazing. She could already visualize the whole thing, and it made a dazzling smile take over her face.

Letting her purse drop to the floor, she took a step closer to the large windows overlooking the backyard, prying one open and allowing a soft gust of wind to flow through, caressing her face and sending a few strands of hair flying past her shoulders. She stood there, eyes closed, feeling the breeze hit her cheeks and taking deep relaxing breaths as she listened to the murmur of voices in the foyer.

She couldn't make out what they might be discussing, but she could guess, by the way her boyfriend's voice echoed through the empty space, that he was eager to get rid of the chatty broker.

After she had given them a tour around the house and explained all the profits, they'd gone straight to signing and all the paper stuff that came along with it. But after a few minutes, Becca found herself on this room again. The one that made her take the final decision. It was love at first sight.

She heard the front door open and close, and after a few seconds, heavy footsteps walked up the stairs. 

She felt his presence as soon as he took a step into the room and stopped in his tracks. Even though her eyes were still closed, she could sense him when he was near. Something inside her tingled, the room seemed smaller, the air thicker, it never ceased to amaze her how her body was so aware of him.

A smile tugged at her lips when she felt his eyes doing a sweep up her body to finally fix on her face, strands of her hair still dancing with the wind. After a moment, she felt him edge closer. Two muscular arms wrapped around her middle and the heat of his body met her back. 

"What do you think?" He whispered, his breath hitting the side of her exposed neck, making shivers run down her body.

She opened her eyes slowly giving his arm a light squeeze, "I love it."