“If I were your man. I’ll wait until the wedding day, like you want it to be. But after that,” I swallow a lump as she sits up, closely watching me, chest moving in slow-mo. “After that, we’ll be having sex for the rest of our lives. Know that the day you say your vow, is an agreement to a life filled with fucking, making love and sex.” I grin. “Depending on the occasion.”

The corner of her mouth lifts to form a faint smile, easing the tension in the air. “Every day?”

“Every. Single. Day.” Her smile broadens. Memories of days we used to chat dirty comes to mind. “If you make me wait that long before I can eat your apple, then I’m going to be having it every day for the rest of my life. Um, except for days when you see your period or are too sick to engage in the holy act. Regardless, I’m down if you are.”

She smiles shyly, nodding her head as she adjusts a stray braid behind her ear.

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