“Forever sounds good,” Oliver whispers, his voice steady and sincere. Their lips meet again, the kiss deepens, becoming slower and more intimate as they explore each other’s mouths with leisurely curiosity. Oliver’s hands roam Harper’s back, tracing the curves of her spine before settling on the clasp of her panties. He does not rush, instead savouring the moment of anticipation as his fingers works the fabric free. “You are so perfect,” he murmurs against her lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “Every part of you.” His own sweatpants follow next, kicked off carelessly onto the floor. Now completely bare, he guides her to lie back against the sofa cushions, positioning himself over her with careful reverence. His body is warm and solid against hers, skin against skin for the
