Struggling to catch my own breath, I gently pull out of them and flop onto my back, my head still swimming.

But I refuse to leave them like that, so I force myself up and into the bathroom, where I grab a small cloth and wet it with warm water.

When I return to them, I gently clean them up, making sure there's no blood from any tearing. I'll have to get some ointment for them anyway since they'll be sore.

"Next time," they mumble into the bed. "I'm running from you."

I grin, reaching over to grab a rose from the nightstand and then tuck it in their ear, whispering, "You know how much I love to chase you, baby."

"You're a menace," they grumble, grabbing the rose from their hair and twirling the smooth stem in their fingers. They gasp when a ring falls from it and rolls onto the bed.

As if it's a spider, they hesitantly pick it up, spinning it to get a good look. It's a white gold band shaped in a vine with tiny white jewels encrusted into it. The band forms into a rose made up of bright red rubies.

"There aren't any diamonds in it,” I murmur.

They swallow and croak, "Are you proposing because you're in love with me or because of what we just did?"

I tip my head back, a laugh working from my throat. And when I drop my head down again, a smile still on my face, they’re sliding the ring onto their finger.

"Don't answer that. You'll make me change my mind if you say it's because you're in love with me. I want to be rewarded for the…that.”

My grin widens, and I roll them over to me, kissing their bare shoulder.

"I do love you, you know?"

"I know," they whisper. “And I'll marry you anyway because I love you, too.”

I never get tired of hearing them say that.

"Hey, Zade?"

“Yeah, baby?"

“Thank you for bringing me the happy vapours.”

I bite my lip, feeling my chest crack from how fucking addicted I am to this person.

I was wrong.

Heaven isn't a place you go to when you die; it's inside the person that's worth dying for.