“You either fixed me or broke me into a million pieces,” I laugh, throwing my hands over my face before fixing my hair. “Oh my God!”

“Yeah, it was that good. Wasn’t it?” he asks, looking smug.

“Don’t get cocky with me, now,” I say. “It was just a nice lay.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “It was fucking incredible. You’re fucking incredible.”

“Want me to get you pregnant?” I mimic and crack up.

He frowns. “Come on. Don’t do that!” he says. “I was really in the moment.”

“Well, it was hot,” I admit. “But I’m wondering now just how much you’re into me. You have a ring and a wedding date planned?” I ask him.

“Seriously?” he eyes me, annoyed.

“I’m just messing with you.” I smile. I reach out and touch his face, dragging my hand toward his pelvis. I feel his hair and it makes me wet. “It was really hot. I love how much you got into it. Maybe I should break it off with you more often.”

“Oh, man,” he groans. “I don’t know if I could take it.”

Does he really like me that much? Like, I know how hard this was for us, but he’s never reached out and asked me to be his girlfriend or anything. The thought comes into my head that maybe he wants to, but can’t say the words. After our big fallout, maybe it’s been too hard for him to tell me the truth of his feelings. Maybe he even loves me…

Oh, who am I kidding? No guy has ever really loved me. It’s always been a constant struggle with men, mostly because they all act like little children. Addison, however, is different. He’s strong, but not just in the physical sense. He has a strong will, whether he would want to admit it or not.

Plus, he’s not like these other guys I’ve been with. You know the type. The guys with a million dreams. The rock star, the writer, oh I could go on forever. The type of guy who thinks he’s going to do wonderful things, but it’s always at the expense of your life and your dreams.

Addison just isn’t the type. He’s lived out the role he wanted to play and I don’t think it was as great as he thought it would be. Now, he’s just a regular guy. I used to think I didn’t want that because I thought it meant a lack of ambition. But now I’m finding out that ambition comes in many different forms. He’s ambitious for me, and maybe he’s in it for the long haul. Question is: Am I?

He grabs me before I can even ponder at the question in my head. He spins me around and we’re spooning, naked. All I feel is warmth. The warm caress of his body against mine, the warm feeling he gives me… and even though it’s freezing cold out, I can’t even feel it right now. I just feel so good.

“Why do you want me so much?” I finally ask him, feeling his arms reach around my chest and hold me tight.

Of course, he doesn’t even hesitate. He has to be so perfect that it hurts. “You make me feel like the world can be a better place,” he says. “Looks aside, right? Because it’s pretty damn obvious you’re the most beautiful woman in this town.”

“Looks aside,” I laugh and close my eyes. Everything feels perfect now. I can’t help but have a big smile plastered onto my face.

“I’m serious. There’s some horrible things in this world. Especially now, you know? It all used to make me feel so hopeless. Now, I feel like things will get better. They have to,” he says.

“Why do they have to?” I ask him. “What makes you think things won’t just stay the same?”

“You’re not too convinced,” he laughs. “I can tell.”

“No,” I smile. “I mean, I don’t know. I just want to know why. I’m collecting data.”

“It’s just a feeling I have,” he shrugs. “I mean, the world made you, right? Then things have to be good.”

“Thank you,” I say as he kisses my cheek. “I do feel like things are changing for the better.”

“Good,” he says.

It’s a simple answer. Who knows if things will work out? I don’t yet. We just got out of a big fight, so we’re bound to make up in a huge way. But, for now, I can live with his type of optimism. For now, I can live with feeling on top of the world. I just hope it doesn’t come down crumbling.