I frame her face with my hands and kiss her.
Life’s funny, you know? I mean, did you really think a year ago—when Kate and I were going at it, falling through my front door—that we’d ever end up here? At the time, I figured it would be just another one-nighter. Amazing—no question—but still just a fantastic scratch for my long-suffering itch.
And yet here I am.
Committed.
Monogamous.
Completely, disgustingly infatuated.
And I couldn’t be happier.
And this is just year one. Not to go all Notebook on you, but Kate and I have a hell of a lot more years ahead of us. A lifetime’s worth.
And I plan on making the most of every fucking one of them.