Page 58 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

We shower together—because of course we do—and by the time she’s wrapped in a towel and perched on the edge of the bed she ripped the comforter off of and threw in the corner, she’s already plotting the rest of our route.

I watch her scroll on her phone as the towel pulls tightly across her ample chest. Those magical things are fighting for their freedom. Her legs are crossed. Her lips are full and pursed. Her thighs are still wet with water droplets.

She looks like a retro pin-up model that guys fantasize about and yank their chains to.

All I can think about is how damn lucky I am that she’s mine.

“Hey,” I say, quickly towel drying my hair.

She glances up, her eyes travel from my head to my toes and back up again. “Yeah?” She’s breathy.

Sitting beside her, I take her phone, set it aside on the nightstand, and tuck her damp hair behind her ear before dragging my finger down her neck. She shivers and I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Let’s make a list.”

She smirks but her eyes are hooded as she asks “A list of what?”

“What we want to do next. Together. No rules. No timelines. Just us.”

She exhales. Smiles. And whispers, “Okay.”

We start again.

ROXY

* * *

Item number one on the list,

“More sex.”

That’s mine.

Chase laughs and mutters, “How much more sex could we have, Rox? My dick would have to live inside of your vagina, babe.”

We do have a lot of sex… but I can’t get enough of him. He makes me crazy. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.

He types,

“More road trips with zero underwear.”

We’re lying across the bed that only has sheets on it, half-wrapped in towels that hide nothing and showcase everything. Our bodies still warm from the shower and bathroom with no ventilation. Our hearts are completely bare.

We’ve got an open note app between us. We’re typing out our dreams. Together.

So far we’ve got:

-More sex

-More road trips with zero underwear

-Mountain cabin getaway with no Wi-Fi

-A couple’s tattoo—he said ankle. I said ass cheek. We compromised on ribs

-Make our own videos, and then, delete them after watching

-New rings, someday—but only if we both design them drunk

-And a shared goal to eat every regional dessert in the continental U.S.—because trauma may break you, but carbs and sugar rebuild you

---