24
Laurel
It had been a wonderful day, followed by an amazing night, and topped off with fabulous s*x.
Honestly, I couldn’t have stopped smiling if someone paid me.
I was lying in bed with Dillon, again, snuggled up against him, again, and I was the happiest I’d ever been.
I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his fingers caressing my back, and his bare skin against my cheek. Dinner had been delicious and I’d actually really liked the ballet, even though I had to nudge Dillon a few times when he started to nod off.
“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked him softly, not a hundred percent sure he hadn’t drifted off.
“Yeah,” he replied, his tone somewhat drowsy. “Doris and Roger were a hoot. Could’ve done without the ballet though.”
I chuckled and lifted my head to look at him.
“It was
