Page 126 of The Edge of Falling

"Well, you know," I said. "Are you finished?"

"I am."

I jumped up and grabbed the plate from in front of him and carried it toward the kitchen sink. "So what did you get for dessert?" I looked around eagerly.

"Your favorite," he said.

"My favorite?"

"Yeah, tres leches cake?"

"Oh my gosh, you really do remember everything. Where is it?"

"It's in the fridge."

"I didn't even see it." I hurried to the fridge and opened the door, and there on the second shelf sat a plastic container with tres leches. "Oh, my gosh. You are amazing."

"I got it from a Cuban restaurant in the village," he said.

"Oh, my gosh. Oliver." I closed the fridge door and walked over to him. He pulled his chair back, and I sat on his lap. I leaned forward and kissed him. I ran my fingers through his hair and stared at his hands and face. "You are just the sweetest."

"Well, hey, anything for you, Rosalie. And good work with getting Alice and Foster out of here."

"Yeah. Alice was happy to do it, but she's worried that Foster's going to take her seriously and want her to actually go back to school and do some sort of accounting classes or something." I started laughing.

"Oh, no. Well, she can always tell him it was just a joke or something."

"Yeah. I guess. They'll figure it out. I don't want to talk about them right now." I reached for the top of his shirt and undid the button. "We have other things to do."

"We do, do we?" he said, looking at me smugly. "You want dessert one or dessert two first?"

"Dessert two, definitely," I said, as I jumped off his lap and grabbed his hand. "Come on."

"Where are we going?" he said, looking at his bedroom door.

"Oh no. Today, we do it on the couch."

"The couch?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah," I laughed.

"But..."

"But what?"

"Won't it be awkward?"

"No, because you'll be sitting, and I'll be on top."

"Oh," he said, his eyes lighting up. "So you want to be on top?"

"Oh yeah, baby," I said as I pushed him down on the couch. I then got on his lap and straddled him. I continued unbuttoning and then pulled the sleeves down and threw his shirt to the floor. I looked at his handsome olive chest and pressed my lips forward and kissed him. I felt his hands running through my hair, and I laughed slightly as he got his finger stuck. "I didn't brush it this morning," I said, laughing.

"Oh," he said, "It's a little knotty, eh?"

"Yeah." I gazed up into his eyes. "Why are you so amazing?" I asked him.

"I don't know if everyone thinks I'm amazing, but maybe I'm just amazing when I'm with you."

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