It’s what she does to me. She warms me, soothes me. When I’m stressed or overwhelmed and feeling lost, all I have to do is look at her, touch her, remind myself she’s real, and it eases. When I pull back from the kiss, her eyes are hooded, but I can see it still. I do the same to her. And that... That is why this isn’t going to end. I’ll be damned if I give that up or if I let her give that up for herself. We both need this, need each other.
