“You know what they say,” I drawl out, licking my lips in a way that’s meant to amuse him, rather than turn him on. “Practice, practice, practice.”

I pull back enough to look him in the eye, because I know Oliver tends to overthink things, one of them being his positive influence on my life. I’ll tell him over and over again, until I’m blue in the face.

“Oliver, it was like I was seeing in black and white before you came along,” I tell him, smiling warmly and stroking his cheek. “And now? It’s all screaming color. You make everything better and I’m so proud to be your husband. So fucking proud.”