"I don't think so," John answers, his smile growing, his hands coming up to frame Karen's face. His thumbs sweep along her jawline, her skin smooth and pale, and he leans in to kiss her again. He lingers this time, parting her lips with his tongue, smiling against her mouth, enjoying the moment of just feeling her. Breathing her in.

"No," he says. "I don't think I have, but if you'd like to be completely certain, I can always show you I haven't."

Even though they've pretended to be married more than a few times, this is different. Everything with Karen has always been different. He will never forget just how lucky he is.