“You do?” she asks, turning to me.
“Every chance I get, I stay in bed with you, don’t I?” I ask her.
“Yes. Yes, you do,” she says before kissing my chest, just over my heart.
Falling for a Jones Sister wasn’t for the faint of heart. She has made me a better man. Falling for Sue Ellen has been my absolute pleasure.
She is my heart, soul, my everything.
She is my Thanksgiving miracle on Fall Mountain.