DILLON
"You're a cyborg," I say when Olivia slides off me and lies down, resting her head on my chest.
She chuckles, "Should that flatter me?"
I look down at her and move the hairs that are stuck to the sweat on her forehead, wiping it with my palm, "Are you flattered?"
She doesn't respond to that, she just tilts her head to look at me and I watch as she falls asleep, her eyes shutting slowly.
Earlier today at the cafe, we talked more about how we can improve our marriage and went on another drive, talking about everything but nothing in particular until the sun began to make it's descent beyond the horizon. We started ripping off each other's clothes the moment we walked into the house and made love on the living room couch before I carried her to our bedroom upstairs to make some mo
