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“Too soon?” he asks, breath minty, his lips only an inch from mine. “I don’t normally kiss before the first date,” I tell him. “But you’re the exception to the rule.”
Date: February 14, 2025 Subject: Happy Valentine’s Day I win. I love you.
CURSES! You distracted me with orgasms and then got up to get me water, like a real prince. I love you, too. SO much. I also forgot that I had an alert chime for this email, and the sound of it just gave me a shot of endorphins.
That you have any endorphins left right now is a shock, woman.
Right? Kristen was no fool. You give good dick. Come back to bed.
What did you say . . . . . . when I asked you to marry me exactly at midnight?
You’ll never forget what I said because I think you are still deaf from how loud I screamed YES into your ear. Are we still going to be emailing each other from the same couch on Valentine’s Day in fifty years?
Without question.
