I’m overwhelmed with that feeling again—the want to keep her here, protected and safe and mine. Until I’m biting down on my tongue, desperate to shove the I love you, I love you, I love you back down my throat. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it back, but I’m desperate to keep her. And this—her melting into my arms and kissing my shoulders, peppering me with gentle movements that I copy until we’re laying with our heads at the footboard, whispering quiet secrets into the glittering dark—this is more than enough.
