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said sarcastically.
    He leaned over her and kissed each one down her whole back as she giggled. Her cheek lay happily on the feather-leaking pillow as she smiled.
    “You’re such a weirdo,” she teased. “I’m not a boobs or a leg man! Me? I’m a birthmark guy!”
    “I’m not some freak fetishist, I just like the whole package, that’s all,” he replied, laughing. “I love everything about you, don’t you know that?” His fingers walked up her camisole. “Every. Little. Last. Weirdly shaped mole.”
    Eden smiled, rolling over to face him.
    “How the hell did I get so lucky to find you?” she asked him, looking up at his face. “Do you know that I’ve never been able to sleep through the night, for as long as I can remember? I sleep like a baby here.”
    “I stuff my mattress with opium, didn’t I tell you?”
    “Shut up.”
    “Well, you’ve been a little nomad for a while. Maybe you sleep well here because it finally feels like home.”
    She reached up to his neck and pulled him down to kiss him as he ran his hand down her neck and shoulder, her arm, taking her fingers in his. She loved to fall asleep with him like pretzels, glued together and intertwined.
    “I’m so happy with you,” Wes said as they watched the shadows of their hands on the opposite white wall. “Is this the happiest you’ve ever been? ’Cause it is for me.”
    “Yeah, I guess.” She shrugged playfully. She looked into his blue eyes and knew how much he loved her; he wanted to protect her, take care of her, and his every gaze, from the first in the morning to the last at night, was full of devotion.
    “You guess? You guess ?” He jumped on top of her and tickled her. She giggled and guffawed until her high-pitched laughter turned to shrieks, begging for mercy.
    “Okay! Okay! I know it is!” she said, breathless.
    “You better!” he said, whacking her butt with the pillow.
    “I do, Maple. I love you. So much,” she said. “This has been the best nine months of my life.” She was home.
    Wes poured two last glasses of wine from dinner, which they sipped in the sheets.
    “Cheers,” he said, knowing in that moment, watching Eden sip her wine with rosy cheeks and bed head, that no human could ever be as happy as he was. “You know, Eden, this lousy, el cheapo Chateau Screwcap I bought at the corner bodega tastes like a sixty-seven Margaux,” he smiled, patting her.
    “You’ve had that?” Eden asked, playing with the zipper on his navy hooded sweatshirt.
    “Nope,” said Wes. “But I know it couldn’t be better than this.”
    He reached for her and kissed her clavicle and chest, returning to her face, which he drank in like more wine, kissing her deeply as she curled her arms around his neck, her fingers through his brown wavy hair. Their tongues, wet with grapes, melded in a heated embrace. Life couldn’t be sweeter.
     
     
    As Eden and Wes’s magical cocoon together approached the year mark, their happy rainbowed love life couldn’t have been more sublime.
    And then, little by little, reality started, ever so softly, to tip-toe into their rhapsodic nest.
    Zzzt! Zzzt. Zzzt. The light above flickered on and off and then went out.
    “Oh shit,” she said. “The electric bill.”
    “Whoops. I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” Wes said. “I worked some extra hours at the library and get my paycheck then.”
    “Okay,” she said quietly.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” he said, kissing her forehead. But she knew he was strained as it was.
    “I’ll help out,” she offered. “I mean, I can work some more hours at the record store.” She was starting to hate her job at Tower. Especially when the Desperate Measures album went gold, thanks to their hit single, “Heart-Smasher,” based on her.
    “No, no, no—I’ve got it,” Wes comforted.
    They lay in the darkness in each other’s arms. Wes wanted to provide for her, take care of her, love her. And Eden loved Wes right back, so much that it