Page 124 of What We Break
"My brain stopped working. Wow is all I've got right now."
"I'll take it." He rolls to the side and pulls me with him, and I end up curled against his chest like I was designed to fit there. Which is a disgustingly cliche thought. "Though for the record, that was the best sex of my life."
I laugh against his skin and press a kiss to his chest. "Mine too."
"Really?"
"Really." I tilt my head up to look at him. "I've never... I mean, no one's ever talked to me like that before. During."
"Did you like it?"
How can he even doubt it? He heard those noises I was making.
"I loved it. I loved hearing what you were thinking, what you were feeling." Heat crawls up my neck, because apparently I can have this man inside me without blushing but I can't talk about it after. Cool. Very normal. "It made everything more intense."
Reid's smile goes soft and pleased, and I want to bottle it. Or lick it. Both. "Good. Because I have a lot more things I want to tell you."
Something moves through me that has nothing to do with the cool air on my skin. Future times. Reid, still this open, still this vocal, still saying exactly what he means with his hands on me. I want him all over again and he's right here. That's either the best or the most dangerous thing that's ever happened to me.
We go quiet after that, just holding each other. My eyelids are so heavy. It's been such a long day, and I'm completely wrung out in the best possible way.
Reid's fingers are tracing lazy, continuous circles on my bare shoulder.
"I love you," he says to the ceiling. Casual. Like he's commenting on the weather.
I smile against his collarbone. "I know. I love you too."
He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow so he can look down at me. His hair is a complete, gravity-defying disaster. "I love you more than sour gummy worms."
I raise an eyebrow. "The neon ones?"
"Yup. The blue and pink ones specifically. The ones that strip the enamel right off your teeth."
"That's a lot of love. Those things are basically a controlled substance."
"They are," he says dreamily. "I love you more than finding an accidental onion ring at the bottom of a basket of fries."
"Okay, now I know you're lying."
"Hand to god." He puts his hand on his chest like he's swearing an oath. "More than the onion ring, Laine."
This ridiculous man. I'm lying here naked and wrung out, and he's ranking me against fried food. Should I be upset by this?
Nah.
"I love you more than hitting a green light at the exact moment I flip the rig's sirens on. Do you know how rare that is? It's better than Christmas."
"Okay, my turn." I poke his chest. "I love you more than my fiddle leaf fig."
Reid's eyebrows shoot up. "You almost killed that thing twice."
"Which is why it matters, Reid. That plant is a miracle."
"Fair. Fair."
"I love you more than finding an empty break room with a full pot of coffee that someone else made."
"Oh, shit. Big guns."
