Page 70 of New Year's Faye

Just... was.

After, when we lay tangled in sheets and moonlight, his fingers tracing patterns on my spine, I whispered, "I added a contingency plan for this, you know."

His laugh rumbled under my ear. "Of course you did."

"Slide forty-seven." I pressed a kiss to his chest. "Physical compatibility metrics and projected intimacy schedules."

"Schedules?" He rolled us so he could look at me properly. "You made a sex schedule?"

"I like to be thorough."

His kiss was soft, laughing. "Show me."

"Now?"

"Mmm." His hands started wandering again. "We should probably make sure your data is accurate. For science."

I reached for my laptop. "I did include several scenarios that require immediate testing..."

"God, I love you." He pulled me back into his arms catching my mouth in a hungry kiss.

Happy New Year to me.

EPILOGUE

FAYE

One Year Later

ANNIVERSARY PERFORMANCE CHECKLIST

Priority Level: PERFECT

Status: BLISSFULLY CHAOTIC

ONE YEAR ASSESSMENT:

? Red dress located

? Wedding ring polished

? Sam properly distracted

? Contingency plans updated

? Heart: Still racing (acceptable)

NOTABLE IMPROVEMENTS FROM LAST YEAR:

1. Control: Strategically relaxed

2. Lists: Now include heart emojis

3. Sam: Officially permanent

4. Happiness: Off the charts

5. Love: Exponential growth

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