“Once the porch is done, I can focus on other projects. Like the state of the fireplace and lack of screens in the windows. I have a million things I want to do, Rory. But my priority is takin’ care of you.” Her lashes flutter as her eyelids droop. The gap between our lips closes slowly, a millimetre at a time. I can almost taste her next words. “How are you real?” “The same way you are,” I breathe against her mouth before taking it in a soft kiss.
