I flopped onto my back, grabbed her, and pulled her against my chest. I wasn’t sure when this had become normal, but it was, and the thought that it could all end in a second, made my stomach knot. Before Monroe, all that had mattered were those moments of bliss, a quick high, a quick fuck, but now all that mattered was her. That was all that mattered, which meant I was screwed because I was undeniably in love with her.
