Butterfly

by Jo Brenner

“Mason, what are you doing?” God, my voice sounded breathy. “I don’t know,” he admitted, finally releasing me. “But I recommend you stay away from me before things get even more out of hand.” I should’ve listened to him.

“When you crave something this desperately, anything you have to do to get it is easy.”

He kissed my forehead again, nuzzling my hair. “Butterfly, I’d learn how to pilot a rocket ship, if I thought it would make you happy.”

“Because I have one purpose in life, and that’s making you happy. Do you get it now, butterfly?”