It might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. Untethered. Undone. Mine. And the realization that I may have gotten so lucky that, for the second time in my life, she may actually be mine, has me coming with her. I spill into her while chanting her name like a fucking prayer against her lips. Which is fitting, because she feels like my answered prayer. And as we come down together, I make sure to tell her that.
