“Tell me what you want in life,” he whispers, kissing her hair, her temple, her throat. “I want cats. I want a place in the forest or on a boat near the water. I want to travel to witchy woods and tremulous oceans and take lazy naps in a cabin in one of those big blankets with the loops that are so ridiculous I can already see your eye roll. But I…I want all that. I want to be healthy and have good sex and maybe live in a lighthouse.”
