“No, that’ll be for when we’re alone,” I reply with a grin, watching in fascination as he stretches out below me. He looks so good, all flushed and fucked out, relaxed and satisfied. Happy.

“Mm, he asked my opinion, you know,” I say lazily, dragging my fingertips along his hairy chest. It feels like so long ago now, and I suppose it was. “I saw your picture and I think a part of me knew even then. I wanted it to be you so badly.”