“Hey, at least I give good head,” I volley back, smiling as we settle together. “If you had to choose a talent for me to have, I bet you’d pick that one.”

Eventually, we may get up and use the restroom and brush our teeth, but first we’ll bask in the afterglow, hold each other and talk, maybe doze a little. They’re perfect moments in time and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

I stare at him until he brings our heads together and then I close my eyes, fingers carding through the soft hair at the nape of his neck. His low voice rolls over me like honey, warm and sticky sweet, and my heart thumps euphorically in my chest.

“I’m very glad that I did,” I tell him, gently rubbing my nose back and forth across his. “You changed me. In a good way, I promise.”