"I'd never complain," I assured him, carding a hand through his hair while he dutifully cleaned us both up. Somehow, these moments were as intimate as sex— perhaps more so. His hands between my legs, touching me with so much care, his smile soft and full of so much love.

Plucking the soiled wipe from his grasp, I tossed it in the direction of the trashcan, then reached for him, urging, "Come here."