“You okay?” he whispers. “Yeah.” “You wanna talk about it?” “No.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’m here, Navy.” I try to fight it and stay irritated, but those two words nestle deep inside my heart. He’s here. I’ve done nothing but push him away since he came back into my life, and he’s done nothing but prove he won’t make the same mistake he did all those years ago. Can I trust him? God, I want to. Maybe it’s the exhaustion or the weight of his arm and warmth of him pressed against me, but I quickly fall back asleep with his words running through my head. I’m here.
