Oliver settles on top of me and I drag his sweater up, letting out a soft moan as our bodies press together, skin to skin, soothing like a balm and so, so warm. I wriggle out of my shirt and I tug his sweater over his head, mussing up his soft hair, and I sweep it away from his face, cupping his cheeks in my hands and kissing him again.

"I know," I breathe out, arching up into his firm touch and kissing him again, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. His heart beats against mine, a perfect duet, each thump a declaration.

"I love you. I love you so much," I say into his mouth, licking the lingering taste of wine from the backs of his teeth. "You make me feel so good."