“I’m so sorry,” Willow groans with an obvious cringe. “Crying isn’t my thing. I have no idea what the hell is going on with me right now.”
“It’s been a long night.”
“It has, but it’s been nice too, despite the last four hours.”
“I’m sure we can fix it on our next date,” I chuckle, holding her chin between my thumb and finger.
“That would be nice.”
“One rule, though.”
Her brows hitch up in question. “What’s that?”
“Leave the condoms to me,” I laugh, watching as her expression softens into a twisted smile.
“It’s not my fault that your dick is the Hulk of the dick community.”
There’s my girl. Even with tears still glossing her eyes and their tracks drying on her beautiful face, she’s found her smile again. Maybe I’m overtired, or I’m just a plain fool, but this is it. This is how I know that I’m going to keep her, no matter what it takes.