"Ask me what I want again," I said softly, and she grinned, pressing her lips to my chest through my tee. "What do you want?" she murmured. Her hair smelled fantastic. Like flowers and how my fucking pillow was going to smell tonight. "Nothing. I'm done wanting things. I have everything I need now. Ask me how I feel." "How do you feel?" "In love." I breathed hard, burying my face in her hair. "I feel in love, and it's you that I love. So fucking much."