Forty-five

He puts his hand up in the air and bends his thumb, my eyes round to saucers, that’s a number I might never achieve. All I need are additional business courses, not degrees. "Four. One Bachelor, two Masters and a PhD. School—learning is kind of fun."

I giggle when he sticks his tongue out at me, I am impressed. "You are bragging."

"No. You asked," he fires back and laughs. "Do you want to get another degree?"

It takes a few minutes for me to give him an answer, "I don’t know yet." My heart swells with pride when he promises to support whatever decision I make and the butterflies in my stomach scatter in excitement. I love this man, he is everything I have ever wanted and more.

Throwing my leg over his, I pull the duvet up to our waists. "What about yesterday?" I am happy to know all these things about him, glad I didn’t have to rely on Google this time but we are yet to discuss the incident that led to this talk. "Did Sonik do anything?"