It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

Heat swirls in my stomach. “Six months, at least.”
He nods as if he’s taking mental notes. “And how long before I’m allowed
to propose?”
A thickness forms in my throat, making it hard to swallow. “A year. Year
and a half.”
“A year from when we move in together or a year from now?”
“From now.”
He grins, pulling me flat against him. “Good to know.”
I can’t help but laugh into his neck. “That was a surprising conversation.”
“Yeah, my therapist is going to kill me when I tell him about it.”
I’m smiling as I roll off him and lay on my side. I snuggle into the crook
of his arm and run my fingers over Atlas’s chest, and then trail them over the
ridges of his stomach. His muscles clench and twitch beneath my fingernails.
“Do you work out?”
“When I can.”
“It shows.”
Atlas laughs lightheartedly. “Are you trying to flirt with me, Lily?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t need compliments. You’re naked and in my bed. Not much else
you need to do; you won me over years ago.”
I lift my head and smirk, like that’s a challenge. “You don’t think so?”
He shakes his head, smiling lazily. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Pretty sure I am filled to capacity. I think I may have even reached
enlightenment tonight.”
I keep my eyes locked with his, but I readjust myself, and then I slowly
start to slide down his body. “I think I can still impress you,” I whisper. He
releases a deep exhale when I press a kiss to his stomach. My gaze is still on
his face, and I love that his expression begins to tighten while he watches me.
He swallows when I start to move the sheet aside, until he’s no longer
covered below the waist. His eyes darken. “Fuck, Lily.”
He allows his head to fall back against his pillow as soon as my tongue
slides up the length of him.
He groans when I take him in my mouth, and then I prove him very
wrong.