Bro, I swear to God, I am not the same man I was 24 hours ago.

FaceTime was already going when I flopped back on the bed, grinning like an idiot. My phone’s balanced on the edge of my desk, propped up just enough to see me—but not her. That’s for me only. She’s wrapped up in the sheets behind me, quiet and half-asleep, but definitely smirking at my dumbass energy. I can feel it.

Eli’s the first to speak. “Dude. Why are you glowing like a pregnant woman?”

I hold up my hands dramatically. “Because, gentlemen, your boy just had the most mind-blowing, life-changing, soul-altering sex of his life. I am a new man. I have been reborn.”

Theo groans. “Liam, no. You’re oversharing again.”

“Shut up and let me finish!” I laugh, dropping onto the bed and propping myself up on one elbow. “I’m not gonna get graphic, chill—but damn. She’s—she’s perfect, bro. Everything. Just... everything.”