We missed all of this. Before the boys, we missed the nights together. The you and me and getting to know one another. I want to go back and do it all. I want the hand-holding. The kisses. And I was waiting for you to be ready for the rest.” “The rest?” He nodded. “The rest. Sharing this bed. Sharing these boys. Sharing a life.” “You want that?” “I want you. I’ve wanted you for months.”
