If It Makes You Happy

by Julie Olivia

The last thing I want is to lose her for the two months I have her. I have to forget the kiss if it means I get to keep her. And I need to keep her while I can.

And it hits me. I love this woman. I don’t know when it happened. It slipped over me so softly, like the changing of seasons. The seeping scent of baked bread first thing in the morning. A wistful sigh on a perfect fall day.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says. “I actually think I might love you.” “I think I might love you too.”