"Good, then. That’s settled." She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing me in. "I love you, Adrian."
Until now I haven’t realized how much the anticipation of this moment was wrecking me. I thought there was a chance she’d say no, or tell me it was too early, or show some sign of hesitation, or…
Well, essentially anything besides happy crying and coy suggestions of anal sex.
I really couldn’t have asked for a better outcome, and I know I don’t deserve it. Not just her ass – any of it.
"I love you too." I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said it, but it gets truer every time.
She stands up, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. Leading me into the shower, into scalding water, where she joins me, without even taking off her pink nightie.
"You’re ruining that," I point out, resisting the urge to stroke myself to the sight of her. "Dry clean only."
"Oops." With a smirk, she lets one strap fall down her shoulder, and then the other. Slowly, she shimmies out of it, revealing herself to me one inch at a time. And it doesn’t matter how many times I see her, this never gets old.
"Babe, I just decided something." I reach over and switch off the water. "You know that honeymoon we were talking about?"
Her eyes light up. "Yeah?"
I reach for a towel. "It starts now."