We make love again. A.J. handles me like I’m made of the most fragile porcelain: breakable, irreplaceable, and rare. All his walls have crumbled, all his defenses are stripped bare. He’s totally open to me, vulnerable and emotional, and the feelings I see in his eyes as he gently thrusts into me are blowing my mind. He looks at me like I’m a miracle. Like I’m his savior. But it’s really he who’s saved me. Every breath I’ve ever taken has been leading me to this.
