Lost Before Bloom (Open Novella 2020)

Epilogue

Troy

I sat in my sound studio working on a new piece with my headphones on. The arm wrapping around my chest told me that his workday was over and my lover was home. It had been a year since I was officially awoken from the procedure. Since my brain was fully decreed cancer-free. Since the night that I went back to his house to find Adrian still waiting for me. For Adrian to finally make me his. And, we haven't looked back a day since.

Everything about him, us, just seemed to flow perfectly together. Both in and outside the bedroom. This man completed me in more ways than I could explain and I was totally fine with that. I knew deep down inside that I loved him before he sent me away to finish the treatment. It was almost painful leaving him that morning to finish off the treatments meant to save my life. The fucker waited though. He waited for me until I was done. He waited until I was back on his doorstep to make me his.

Shortly thereafter, my manager tracked me down and filled me in on everything that happened during my lapse from the music industry. As it turned out, music sales over doubled immediately after my disappearance. I had more money sitting in the bank than I knew what to do with. So, I made Adrian buy us a new house. Nothing extravagant, just big enough for both of us to have our own workspaces. An office for him and a sound studio for me. An open floorplan on the first floor in the event that we had to entertain guests. A master bedroom with a bed that Adrian plows me into at least once a day. And every once in a while, the roles are. Reversed. To top the rest of the house off, a bathroom with the biggest fucking shower that I've ever seen in my life. At first, Adrian didn't want to buy it. But I refused to put out until he finally gave in. Needless to say, I didn't have to wait that long.

There was no hesitation when he asked me to marry him six months into our relationship. No possible way that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with anybody else. My man was the only thing that mattered to me and that was the end of the story. The modest engagement ring on my finger reminded me every day how much I loved my man.

My fiancé stood me up before turning me to face him. His suit jacket open with the top couple buttons undone on his dress shirt. My hands gravitated to the bare skin of his toned chest as he pulled me into a tight embrace. Those soft pink lips went straight to mine, giving me the welcome home kiss that I've been waiting for all day.

I still had to live in hiding for a little bit longer until I matured out my adolescence. My manager already had a cover story in the works to explain my now fourteen-year disappearance. The world will be told that I had an emotional breakdown, requiring an extensive stay in a secluded treatment facility. Then, I was forced to stay secluded while I recovered. I would be lying if I said that I was totally happy with it. However, they had it mapped out well enough that it would work. Now, it was just a matter of letting my body age enough that I could somewhat decently pass for being in my late thirties. Even though I still looked like I was twenty-five. There was no doubt in my mind that a lot of make-up would be in my future.

Which also meant that our relationship still remained a secret and our wedding remained in the distant future. He waited three long years for me to fully recover. I'm sure that I could wait a little bit longer to tie the knot with him. Besides, I still have him in bed with me every night. It's not like he's completely gone from my life.

Adrian's hands slid down my backside before groping my little ass. He slept in this morning, so there wasn't any time for us to make love before he ran out of the house. Which was fine as I knew that he would more than make it up to me later. And the was exactly whet he intended to do. Adrian scooped me up against his chest and carried me to our bedroom. After lying me down on the bed, our clothes soon became scattered across the floor. Adrian make love to me, slowly at first then developing into a more fevered pace. Our bodies blended together, joined where his melded into mine. Sweat coated our torso's as he fucked me into the mattress.

All things considered equal; I couldn't complain about how everything worked out. I had the lover of my life, more than willing to do anything for or to me. I was lost before my career bloomed into something that I couldn't control. However, I could control this and I more than enjoyed how my life ended up. And if I had to live through it again, I wouldn't want it any other way.