Carson

“Montana, we’re here,” I murmur near her head which is resting on my shoulder. “It’s time to wake up.” I can’t believe she didn’t wake up when we stopped at the security gate at the entrance to the neighborhood.

It warms my heart that she feels comfortable enough with me to sleep on my shoulder. We shared a long night of sex last night that neither of us remembers, and except holding hands while watching the wedding video, this is the first ...