Epilogue II
Tyler
Manhattan, New York
One year later
“You can open your eyes now.” I gently pulled the silk blindfold away from Chassie’s face.
Her eyes fluttered open, and her jaw dropped to the floor. “Oh my god …”
I stood back and watched as she walked around the living room, as she ran her hands along the custom granite countertops in the kitchen.
As if she was in a trance, she roamed from room to room in silence—taking in every inch of the four-thousand square foot condo.
“You’re renting this?” she asked.
“I bought this.” I set the keys on the counter. “For you.”
“Is it too late to tell the bank I can’t afford the property tax on something like this?”
“It’s been handled.” I kiss her forehead.
“You’ve changed your mind about us moving in together already?”
“Of course not.” I walk over to the door in the corner and unlock it, revealing an apartment. “I bought the one next door, too.”