Nearly an hour and a half after we left work, Ash and I are cuddled up on my couch in our comfy clothes, the warm afterglow of my org*sm still humming in my veins. Turns out, make-up s*x is amazing! It was intense and passionate and desperate and everything I’ve ever dreamed it would be. Now I just have to figure out how to have it without the fight. Our Chinese food should be here any minute, Ash is rubbing my feet- which is making me feel even sleepier, if it weren’t for my growling stomach and the promise of egg rolls, I’d drift off right now- basically, life seems as close to perfect as I can imagine.
“Kayla, I had a thought,” Ash’s voice seems to float around me and I feel like I could easily be carried away by it.
“Mmm… so have I,” I purr, “but I think we’re going to need sustena
