25
Felicity
Six Years Ago
“So what did you do on your actual birthday? Did your family do anything for you?”
My lashes fluttered open as Knox’s question echoed through his chest and into my ear, where I had my cheek pressed against his heartbeat. After we brought each other to climax, he’d sunk to the ground, settling me in his lap. Now we held each other while the warm afternoon lulled us into a coma-like state.
“Mmm?” I murmured before motioning to the heart etched into wood above our heads. “Nothing as amazing as that.”
“But they did something for you, right?”
It was beyond me why he was so eager to talk instead of cuddle today. It had worried me at first—I’d been afraid he’d moved on and found someone else. But now that I was here in his arms, losing him was the last concern I h
