We come down at the same time, breathless. Hearts beating fast, lungs burning, limbs weightless. I soften my grip on his curls, sweeping my fingers through the damp strands and kissing the top of his head. As we process our feelings, thoughts, the heavy weight of our lovemaking, I inch back to find his eyes. They are glazed over, burning bright, and smiling into mine. “I love you, Oliver Lynch.” I say his name, I say it loud and clear, because he is real. He is someone. He is everything to me.
