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I am exhausted, but I can’t argue with his logic. I’ve never had it this good before, and I want to know how unbelievably good it can get.

Our hot, steamy sex goes well into the night, lasting hours and likely keeping the surrounding wildlife in the mountains from sleeping. He roars like a lion whenever he finishes, relieved and triumphant. I scream for so long and so loudly that I worry our disturbance might not only wake the animals, but the people of Wrightwood.

I lose track of how many orgasms I achieve while in Mason’s bedroom that night—I’m not sure when one ends and another begins. We push the boundaries to the limits our bodies can withstand.

I am the luckiest girl in California.

38

Mason

Iwake up in bed with Jillian cuddled up to me, her hands draped over my chest, her head nestled into my shoulder.

It’s starting to get light outside, but we haven’t been asleep for long. We had sex for so long that time became irrelevant. All that mattered was us—our bodies, our hearts, our souls, and our love. This home is our home, and we understand each other.

I look at her, watching her sleep so peacefully. I want to know what she is dreaming about. I wish we could dream together so that I might share in her brain waves, many of which are sexual, according to her.

I absentmindedly begin stroking her hair. I keep replaying the events of last night in my head, keeping it securely placed in my memory forever. It’s still so weird to have the future mother of my child there in bed with me. Calling it surreal is a disservice. I am the luckiest man in California.

Once it’s light enough outside, Jillian starts to stir. Eventually, her eyes open all the way when she sees that my eyes are open.

“Hi,” she says groggily.

“It’s still early,” I say quietly. “No need to get up yet.”

“I’m not.” She groans. “Mmph. Why are you up?”

“Woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” I answer. “I woke up with the most beautiful woman in America snuggled up with me in bed. I wanted to savor it.”

She smiles, lightly smacking me on the chest. “Just America?”

“Okay, the most beautiful woman in theworld,” I correct.

“Liar,” she says, covering her face to block out the sun.

She wraps her arms around my neck, snuggling up closer to me. I wrap her in a warm embrace, and we hold each other with our eyes closed. We cuddle for many minutes, listening to the beating of each other’s hearts.

“Even the rhythm your heart makes is amazing,” I say.

She snickers. “Yours is awesome, too.”

“You know,” I begin. “If I pressured you yesterday into saying you loved me, you should know I’m all right with you taking it back.”

“What?”

“I feel like I kind of put you on the spot,” I elaborate. “I told you I was falling for you. You’re here in my house. I’m worried maybe you said it too because I sort of put you in an awkward position.”

“Mason, I toldyouI was falling for you because I meant it,” says Jillian. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. You believe me, right?”

“I do,” I say. “I’m glad that you said it again, though. Thanks.”

“Anytime, pal.” She laughs. “No. I’m happy. I’m so happy that I finally know. You’re my man. I’m so glad you want to be with me. I had convinced myself you didn’t love me.”

“I think I’ve loved you for a while,” I say. “I can’t believe all the time we missed.”

“During those three weeks, or all the time before we even met?” she asks.

“Both!” I answer. “Why didn’t you move to L.A.beforeI moved to Wrightwood? We could’ve looked for a house together.”