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I’m doing what I always do—whatever needs to be done.
I sheepishly confess, “Men don’t want women like me.” “Like what?” Unfun, too serious, workaholics. “I don’t know,” I mumble. He gives a devilish, absolutely wicked smile. “I think men secretly want women just like you,” he growls, leaning even closer. “And the men who don’t are cowards.”
The world tilts. It suddenly feels like I’m falling through the ground, straight to the center of the earth. God, she’s breathtaking.
How the hell did I get privileged enough to see this side of her?
“Not even a little bit. You deserve to be taken care of, Michelle.”
It’s the first time I’ve seen her without makeup, but even without her armor, she’s stunning.
And then he presses his lips against mine. It hurts, like I deserve. It’s painful, like I need. And I’m melting into it faster than either of us can breathe.
We LOVE fighting to making out scenes omg
I open my mouth to speak. To say, I love you. You can break my walls down.
“I like you because you’re Michelle. And that’s enough.”
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.
She’s complicated. Difficult sometimes. She tastes like caramelized sugar and cinnamon and all the layers of flavors in between.
But with Cliff, it’s…easy. It’s respect, accented with adoration. It’s flannels instead of suits. It’s not going to fancy parties; it’s playing in the snow.
Her arrival into this world was with kicks and screams. I know my girl. She doesn’t do anything without a little ferocity.
The unspoken truth rings through my head, as it has for weeks now. I love Michelle. I love her, and I’ll have to let her go.
“God, I love you,” he says, shaking his head. “I love that you roll your eyes when I make stupid jokes. I love that you argue with your dog when you think nobody’s watching. I love that you have coffee at night and that you don’t dress up for Halloween. And I love how great you are with my girls.
