“A year ago,” I repeat incredulously, but I am not upset at the news. If anything, it makes me find the whole thing even more endearing. Here I was, fretting about marriage, while somewhere in the apartment an engagement ring was sitting and waiting for me. How silly we both are.

“A whole year,” I say again, hair spilling over my forehead as I look down at his face and roll my hips against his, feeling his cock twitch to life in his sweats. “You goose.”

I kiss him again, then make my way down his neck, pausing to suck a little mark into his skin so I can look at it later and feel smug. And then I kiss lower, across his chest and under his Star, pausing to circle his nipple with my tongue. “I love you so much.”