up next to you every morning, Maven. I want to listen to you snore when you fall asleep.” I swatted at his chest, but my eyes still glossed with tears, my cheeks burning from how big my smile was. “Whatever plants you want, whatever garden you want to create — it’s yours.” “Is there a space for your pottery wheel?” He chuckled. “Yes. It’s ours, Maven. We can make it whatever we want.” “Oh, does that mean we can have a kinky sex room?” His eyebrows shot up. “If that’s what you want.” “I mean, I have been daydreaming about that toy you used on me a few weeks ago…”
