Watching him tonight in the lighthouse, as he searched the skies above, confirmed what I thought I already knew. The look on his face, the peace it gave him, the hope… well, it locked a little piece of him in my heart forever. And seeing him underneath me in my bed as he gave in to my touch, my pleasure, and him holding me afterwards, then being all flustered and telling me he wanted me inside him because he was falling for me too? Well, that sealed the deal. I could love again. I could live again. There was life after Scott.
