“Yeah.” I shifted closer until our bodies aligned, her back to my chest, my hand on her hip, her hand gripping my forearm. Perfectly in sync in every human way possible. “Claire?” “Hmm?” “I’m sorry.” Again. “About tonight.” Again. “S’okay…” she mumbled drowsily, as she shimmied until her back was flush to my chest. “Night, Gerard… Love you.” “I love you, too,” I whispered, feeling the familiar jolt of adrenaline rocket through my veins when those words spilled from her lips.
