“Thank you, Jackson.” Kat’s voice is low and when I look up to her face, a lone tear has escaped and rolls down her cheek. Tossing the washcloth behind me, I stand from the bed and scoop her into my arms. Her arms wrap around my neck as I carry her bridal style to the bathroom. “You don’t have to thank me for having sex with you. If anything, I should be thanking you.” Kat shakes her head before resting it on my shoulder. “It’s more than that, and you know it. You make me feel… alive?” She sucks in a breath. “More than that, you make me feel safe and comfortable to be me, whoever that is.”
