When we were done we lay on our backs for a long time just staring at her ceiling and wondering if we might fall back asleep. Finally she rolled over and poked me with a long finger.
“How long have I known you?” she asked me.
“Fifteen years.”
“Have I ever told you I love you?”
“Not once.”
“Maybe next year,” she whispered as she snuggled up against my warm body. She pulled the quilt up over us both and in seconds she was sound asleep.
