" It's slow and easy and comfortable, full of warm kisses and soft sighs, until we've begun to drift off to sleep. Amber on her back. Me tucked up against her side, head on her shoulder. I murmur, "I think you're kind of perfect."
The last thing I hear before drifting off is her replying, "I think we're kind of perfect together. "

― Kelley York , Dirty London