Somewhere between the kisses, we stumble to the bed and lose the clothes, and then it’s truly just us. Bodies moving and hearts beating. Blake’s hands in my hair, pulling and tugging. His lips on my chest and my solar plexus and my abdomen and my right thigh. His voice in my ear telling me words I never knew I needed to hear. All variations of “love” and “beautiful” and “forever,” and I take them and echo them right back.
