I brush her damp hair aside and press a kiss to the soft skin behind her ear. She grumbles. “Just because you make me come, doesn’t mean I want to marry you,” she mutters sleepily, making no move to escape my arms. I tilt her face and kiss her stubborn chin. “You can’t blackmail people into happily ever after,” she says. I brush a kiss across her sweet lips. “You need therapy,” she says against my mouth. “I need therapy.” She sighs. I kiss her again.
