Page 89 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“So, I went ahead and booked us first-class tickets back to LA. On a plane. Will you be okay with that?”
“I think I’ll be okay with it if I’m with you…” She buries her face in my chest.
Goddammit, I don’t know if my heart can take much more of this.
“I’m not afraid of much of anything anymore, to be honest. Maybe because of the orgasms you gave me?” She looks up at me, grinning.
“Yes. You can go ahead and make ‘Because of the orgasms Eddie gave me’ the standard reason for all the positive things in your life, going forward.”
She holds her index finger up in declaration. “This steak is perfect and delicious—because of the orgasms Eddie gave me.”
“Hey, it says here your Amazon package will be delivered a day early—because of the orgasms I gave you.”
“Every single Amtrak train is arriving on time today, for the first time in history—because of the orgasms you gave me.”
“‘I don’t even feel like watchingSherlockever again because of the orgasms Eddie gave me.’”
“Okay, you need to get over yourself, because nothing will ever make me stop watchingSherlock.”
“Fair enough.” I kiss the top of her head. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Five words I never imagined I’d hear myself saying unless someone else wrote them and I was paid to say them.
“Happy Valentine’s Day… Did you know that the first known Valentine card was sent by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife? His second wife. He wrote her a poem when he was being held prisoner in the Tower of London. During the Battle of Agincourt in 1415. He used the term Valentine, to refer to his wife.”
“I did not know that.” I kiss her forehead again because I love that brain behind it.
“Mmhmm. It’s in the manuscript collection at the British Library.”
“Well then, I must take you there. We’ll have to fly to London, though. Gonna have to insist on that.”
“Okay.”
“I made you a bunch of Valentines. They’re in my coat pockets. Wanna see?”
“I made you some too. They’re in my bag.”
“Should we get out of bed and get them?”
She nuzzles up against me, and I pull the covers up over our shoulders. “Eventually.”
