A vision.
 
 That’s what I see.
 
 Devan’s smile is stunning.
 
 “I did it,” she says. “You came.”
 
 “So did you.”
 
 She nods.
 
 “Fuck, Devan. I could have come the minute you got on top of me. I lasted as long as I could.”
 
 She buries her face in my shoulder.
 
 When I realize what is happening, that she’s crying, I panic. Grasping her shoulders, I roll us until we’re reversed and I’m over her. “What’s the matter? I didn’t hurt you?” My questions come faster. “Did I…? Fuck, if you weren’t ready?—”
 
 Devan lays her finger on my lips. “Nothing is wrong. I was so afraid that I couldn’t…you wouldn’t… I was petrified that you’d think I didn’t know what I was doing, or I was bad at it.”
 
 I frame her cheeks with my palms. “Never think that.” I grin. “You’re a natural.”
 
 “I have a good instructor.”
 
 “You don’t need one, but if the position is open, I’ll apply.”
 
 “You already have the job,” she says.
 
 I kiss her nose again. “I would love to spend the night with you in my arms.”
 
 Devan sighs. “I need to be home.”
 
 Looking at my watch, I see it’s almost midnight. “I sure as fuck hope you don’t have a curfew.”
 
 She rolls, looking at the clock. “No, but we should go.” Sitting up, she reaches for the sheet and wipes her stomach.
 
 “You’ve been marked,” I say with a smirk.
 
 “That’s so barbaric.”
 
 “Oh, sorry. It won’t happen again.”
 
 Leaning closer, her lips come to mine. “I hope it does.”
 
 We both take a minute to clean ourselves. By the time we’re ready to check out, we appear mostly normal. Devan’s lips are redder and puffier than when we arrived. I smell her sweet essence on my face and my boxer briefs are headed to the laundry when I get home.
 
 “I can turn in the key if you want to wait,” I offer.
 
 Devan shakes her head, her long hair swaying. “No, Justin. I’m not ashamed of anything we just did. Two adults.”
 
 “Two adults who need a private place of their own,” I say.
 
 “There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
 
 Hugging her to my side, I kiss the top of her head. “I’m afraid that ship sailed. I’m not letting you go.”
 
 “Again with the caveman talk.”
 
 “I can beat my chest if you’d like.”