I love you,” he said. The words settled over me like petals from a velvety red rose. The words bubbled up to my lips without any second thoughts. “And I love you. Like, a lot.” “A lot, a lot?” “Like ‘risking getting stuck in a split on your dick’ a lot.” More laughter. More easy feelings and warm comforts. I’d go wherever Ryan took me, no matter how crazy it seemed. I wanted to be his shotgun rider for the rest of my damn life. I kissed him, closing my eyes and allowing the clouds underneath me to float me away.
