“Always a temptation,” I say, as my fingers go for her shorts, feeling her heat and wetness through the material.

Moving the shorts and then panties to the side, I slowly slip two fingers inside her. She sensually gasps, pushing herself back onto my hand. I keep moving them, slowly and deliberately, making her race for another orgasm.

She moans and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to play it on repeat for the rest of my life.

I slip my fingers out when she’s close, only as a tease to get back for the past few days. Before leaning down to kiss her, I allow myself a tiny taste of her juices. Sucking on my fingers, my shaft hardens again at the flavor of her on my tongue.

When I bend to kiss her, she smiles against my lips, and the thought of Indigo tasting herself makes me want to rip off her clothes and forget about this taking it slow thing.

“Fuck you,” she whispers playfully, burying her head in the pillow.

“Soon,” I chuckle as I wrap an arm around her and lead us toward the bathroom.

Indigo looks up at me, her big eyes watching me carefully. I lean down and kiss her deeply. She groans, threading her fingers through my hair, then gripping it tightly. She bites my lower lip, then breaks the kiss and snuggles her face into my neck.

With her still in my arms, I run the water in the tub.

“Do you want to wash your hair, too?” I ask.

She murmurs something, and when I look down, her mouth is parted, and her eyes are closed. I’ve never in my life seen a person fall half-asleep this fast, but it does something to me. I feel protective, responsible for her.

I continue to stay there, in the middle of the bathroom, with her in my arms for a couple more minutes, trying to convince myself this is actually happening. It feels strange to hold her, to do the things I’ve only imagined with her body, to have the freedom to kiss her, to wake up, and the first thing I see is her face.

Indigo has become every breath of air I take, every smile on my face, and every beat of my heart. She’s become my every day.

While keeping one arm around her, I undress, then slowly slip her clothes off and throw them in the basket. She mumbles at every sudden move, but remains sleepy.

I lift her into the bathtub, being careful to not fall. I lower myself behind her so she’s between my legs.

While I wash and massage her hair, she practically purrs with happiness, and my heart buzzes in my chest. It feels full and as much as I’d like to find a better explanation, I can’t. I’m feeling at peace. Happy.