“Enough about my pillows!” I said.

Esme stood up and gave me a look, and the air instantly changed and got hotter. “I will admit, sometimes those pillows can come in handy.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Yeah. Let me show you something new,” she said, walking back toward the bedroom.

“Esme, have you been looking up adult content on the internet?” I said with faux shock.

“No, never. My mind is just dirty enough that I think of these things all on my own.”

I whimpered as she pushed the bedroom door open.

“Now let’s get those clothes off,” she said.

* * *

“Fuck, I love you,”I said, about a half hour later. Esme lay next to me, sweaty and satisfied.

“I love you, Paige. I don’t care how we started. I only care that we’re here now, and I get to be with you and build a future with you.”

I wrapped myself around her and relished the feel of her skin on mine.

Everything I’d gone through with past relationships had been worth it to get this. To have her.

“As long as our future includes pillows and mystery drinks and beach days and sharing onion rings and mind-blowing sex,” I said.

“I think we can make that happen,” Esme said, pushing my hair back.

“Good,” I said, closing my eyes.