“Neither am I. Isn’t that the saddest thing you ever heard? When did pleasing society’s demands become the most important thing in our lives?”
“When wasn’t it?”
“Ugh, you’re making me depressed. Don’t do that, I don’t want to be sad when I’m lying here with a gorgeous man.”
Isak props himself up on an elbow and looks down on me, happiness dancing in his eyes. “So how do you propose we fix this grave error?”
“Well, it is New Year’s. Time for a change and all that.” I let my hands roam free over his broad shoulders down his thick arms—I can hardly reach my fingers around his biceps, and damn him for wearing too many layers—to his waist, up his back.
“True.” He shuffles a bit closer so I have better reach, pressing his groin against my hip. My eyes widen at the hardness; I’m not the only
