And when you were asking what I liked… you were also busy telling me all the things you like.” “Oh yeah?” I raise a brow. “Yes. You like it when I run my nails over your skin. You like hearing me tell you how good you are. I’d joke that last part is about your ego, but I think you just haven’t heard it enough to really believe it.” “Hearing it from you makes it feel real.” I confess. “Because it is. We are. I think.” Somehow her hand is through my chest, wrapped around my heart and I belong to her with just those few words. I’m gone. I’m hers.
