"Oh, no. I'm sorry, you misunderstood," I tease, smiling and stroking his cheek. "You'd be the one cooking the meals and giving the blowjobs."

Really, we're pretty good at sharing chores. I will admit that Oliver probably does more than his fair share, but I've gotten a lot better than I was. For the first few months after Oliver disappeared, I lived in absolute mess. Eventually, I had to learn to really take care of myself for the first time in my life.

"I'll make you all the martinis you want," I assure him, nudging his nose with mine and giving him a soft, lingering kiss. "God, Oliver. Me too. You're the best thing to ever happen to me.