The Enemy

by Sarah Adams

They are better left sealed away where they can’t hurt me anymore. Or…at least where no one is able to see that they hurt me.

I deserve a man who loves me for me—in every form.

I’ve been working my butt off to get to this exact place in my career, but it doesn’t feel like I thought it would now that I’m here.

The game of life is easier when I’m the one moving all the pieces.

I want to murder him. Or run my hands up and down his abs. One of those two things.

What am I so afraid of?

When did we all grow up?

So this is what happy feels like?

Calloused hands run down the length of my arms and settle around my waist, striking every nerve ending in my body as they move. Without words, he tells me he adores me, cares for me, desires me.

His fervent attention to the parts of my hips and thighs that squish and dimple makes me feel dizzy. Like they’re not unwanted, but essential.

This place may skyrocket my career, but in the words of Marie Kondo, it will never spark joy.

Some of us need to live through the healing rather than talk through it.”

Life ebbs and flows for both of us, and when one of us needs extra help, the other steps up. It’s one of the many reasons our relationship works.

can think is there’s nowhere else I’d rather be but here. Confident that no matter what life throws at us, we’ll always be this close.