“I want to live with you,” he says strongly against my lips. I dizzy. “And you want to be my boyfriend,” I say out loud, my lips lifting into an overwhelmed smile. “My real boyfriend.” “You want to have a boyfriend.” He says what is true. I’m no longer closed off from the idea of a relationship. My heart is open for him to hold. And to protect. Breathless, I whisper, “Only if that boyfriend is you.”
