Does that mean,” she asks quietly, “that I’m your girlfriend?” My eyes hold hers as a barrage of emotions flood me. Fuck this. For the first time in years, I know what I want. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would. With this girl. My girl. Leave London, my company, everything behind and become hermits on these cliffs. “Yes, Charlie. You most certainly are.” She rests her head on my shoulders, and I inhale deeply into her hair. So this is what content feels like.
