You're It

by Cleo White

I haven’t bothered with museums, or traveled, or encountered many exquisite things beyond the limits of my imagination. It’s illogical, yet as I stand stock still watching Savvy Laurence gazing up at a display of bathroom sconces, I know she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

Only yesterday my life was an angsty Victorian drama, and now I’ve somehow stumbled into fifty shades of holy crap.

She was made for me, and now I’m going to fucking take her.

“No. No, Savvy. You are my safe space. You are my home—you are my fucking partner.”

“Where we are has nothing to do with it, Savvy.” As he stares down at me, there’s something more than love in his dark eyes. “You’re it.”