“Damn right,” I say with a smile, and I’m so relieved to find that this is as easy as it’s always been. I spend time with Oliver and pain just melts away.

“I’m looking at him.” Winking, I take his hands in mine and press kisses to his knuckles while watching his face. I kiss his fingertips, then take the tip of his thumb between my lips and suckle briefly at it before letting his hands fall so I can drop mine to his zipper, scooting back a little to make more room. “But if you’re asking for specificity, I do have a few ideas.”