Golden [ #2 EFS ] ✓

Macthweek Twenty-Five: Liverpool vs. Everton

Epilogue

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"FLOWERS OR UNICORNS?"

I scrunch my brows, grabbing onto Samara's waist, pulling her body closer to mine. I'm always able to think better when Samara is in my arms, or anywhere near me.

Everything turned out well. I was disappointed that she lost the baby but it wasn't her fault — there was nothing she could do about it. We've been working on our relationship ever since and I feel like she trusts and loves me much more. We ended up adopting Andrea after we found out that she is actually her niece. It also makes Megan's life much easier since she can freely go to college without thinking about her duty as a mum.

And now four months later, we are painting Andrea's room.

My arms circle her waist and she leans into me. She hasn't changed much since the first time we met. She had gained weight but that has been because I've been feeding her a heck of alot ever since she moved in with me three months ago.

"Flowers are too ordinary and unicorns are horses with cocks on their foreheads." I tell her and she giggles, letting out a small snort.

I love when she does that. She's just so cute.

"Then how about mermaids?" She asks, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Mermaids are good." I say, placing a peck on her nose.

No matter how many times I do it, I never get bored. And her reaction whenever I peck her nose is adorable. I love the way she scrunches her face and let's out a small giggle.
She leans back, smacking her lips on mine and smashing her hands on my cheeks — her hands that have paint all over them.

Her eyes widen, but a laugh escapes her throat as she takes a few steps back to distance herself from me. I wipe the dusty pink paint off my cheeks, sending a mock glare at her. I grab the bucket of paint but before I can do anything, she sprints around the room away from me while giggles leave her lips. I chase her around the room until I corner her. She pants and my eyes fall to her heaving chest.

I smirk, throwing the paint at her and drenching her in the pink substance. She gasps, wiping the paint from her hair.

I chuckle. "You look good in pink."

She let's out a small growl and my eyes widen in fear. She lunges for me, rubbing her paint covers hands on my hair and face. Giggling as she signs her name on my bare chest, smiling widely at me.

"Maybe I should have taken up art in school." She comments, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I grab her hips, gently shoving her back. I lower my head so that my lips are near her ears. She whimpers, placing her hands on my shoulders and digging her nails into my shoulders. I groan from the pain and also pleasure that I'm receiving from her.

"Then we wouldn't have met." I say in a whisper.

Her lips press against my neck, running her hands down my chest, tracing my abs. She jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist, lightly grinding on my semi-hard member. I run my hands up her legs, coming to a stop at her lilac thong. Its moments like these when I'm grateful that she only wears my large shirts.

I push her thong to the side and stick my fingers in her dripping heat, causing her to arch her back into me. I pump my slender fingers in her slick heat, watching her mouth hang in an 'o' shape as she moans my name. Her eyes stay wide open and she looks directly into my eyes as she cums on my fingers.

She calms down a little, resting her head on the wall behind us. I can't tell whether she is sweating because of the paint on her skin. She smiles shyly, blushing, hiding her head in the crook of my neck.