“My lazy pillow princess,” he says lovingly as I move off of him and lay down, resting my head where it’s most comfortable: right on his pillow. “I’m what you made me,” I reach for him. I mean that when I say it. There are two of me, the Liam before Bash and who I am now, after him. Two entirely different people. “Mine,” he growls, pushing back into me in our favorite position, with me on my back and my legs spread for him. And if his favorite word is yes, mine is definitely that one.
