“I thought you’d never ask,” I croon.
“I think we should go camping more often,--” she gasps as I slide a hand under her blouse.
“Anywhere with you is home, remember?” I remind her.
“Oh, Mark…”
“Melissa…”
Her first time gave us our family, and every time after that has given me something I thought could never exist. It’s a love story that never ends because it’s based on the one thing that matters most.
Family.
I love you, Melissa. I always will.
Every day, every second. Forever.
THE END