“Lucky as hell,” I reply.
“I like that answer,” he says, smiling. “And you’d also better tell her that you need a plus one at that wedding of hers, because you’ve got a wedding date.”
I smile at him, excited for our future together, and nuzzle my face into his strong chest, saying, “I’ll tell her later. You fucked me so good I need some sleep right now.”
“Sleep sounding, baby girl,” he says. “I’ll be here when you wake up and every single day after that, because you just made me the luckiest man ever.”
THE END