Sleeping with Mr. Sexy(22)

We part, both of us needing to salvage our remaining breathes until our breathing levels out again. Feeling the air thicken around us, playful taunts turn into meaningful stares and soulful declarations, and I say, “You once said a toast in my honor. You said ‘May all her dreams come true.’”

His grip on my wrists loosens, and his body moulds against mine. He’s careful not to put all his weight on me, but I secretly love feeling the heavy pressure of him on top. “And did those dreams come true?”

I drag my hands up over the strong muscles in his back, gliding them up his neck, and weaving my fingers into his hair. Pulling him down to me, with my lips pressed against his, I say, “Every dream and every wish came true when I got you.”