Time ceases to exist. There are no seconds, only heartbeats. I melt on top of Rowan like I’m made of water, and I count each soft thump from Rowan’s chest like I’m counting sheep at bedtime. As sweaty and sticky as I am, nothing beats this feeling. The euphoria of just being here, with him. “I love you, Tommy,” Rowan says before kissing my heated cheek. I hum, testing out my post-coital voice box. I turn my head and kiss Rowan’s lips. “I love you too.”
