“I’ll burn them if you do.”
This is the best part, I think. Better than the sex itself. Holding each other like this, joking, loving each other. The two of us in our own little world. After everything we’ve been through, I think we deserve it.
“Come on.” I don’t want to, but we have reservations later, and one of us has to be the mature one. “We’ve got to get ready. I’ll jump in the shower if you need to rest, big guy.”
“Who says I’m going to let you shower alone?” He rolls out of bed behind me. “We’re going to be out and behaving ourselves for hours. I have a lot to get out of my system.”
How am I supposed to argue with that? I don’t bother trying.
Of all the things Hayes Ambrose has taught me, the one thing I need most to remember is how pointless it is to argue when there’s something he wants.
I just so happen to be lucky enough that he wants me.