He climbs off the bed and looks down at me. “Lil.” “What?” I try to restrain my smile, biting my gums. It doesn’t work too well. “You can’t look at me like that every time I hold him. It’s driving me insane, and I can’t do anything about it for six weeks.” He says I have this “adorable happy glow” that makes him want to straddle me. But I have no sexual urges, for maybe the first time ever. I’m sore down below and the thought of something hard sounds too painful to consider. And thankfully my hormones are even back in check. I spring off the bed. “I can’t help it. It’s the most beautiful thing
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