Lounging between Jake’s legs on the huge sofa in the family room feels amazing after the events of the day before. My head against his chest, he concentrates on a document in his hand and strokes my hair and neck with the other. I’m attempting to read a book, but the sheer blissfulness of our morning has me daydreaming idly instead. Every so often, he plants a kiss on top of my head before turning his papers and silently focusing back on work; he’s reading through contracts for ...