We lock eyes, and she quickens her pace with a growing smile. When we get our hands on each other, I’m astounded by the instantaneous comfort. I wrap her in my arms and dip my face to her neck, breathing her in. I can’t get enough. We rock back and forth. This is my girl. “Fuck, I missed you.” My voice is muffled against her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you that long again,” she whispers. “Let me take you home.” She squeezes me tighter and sighs. “I already am.”
