Our Way

by T.L. Swan

Being inside Nathan Mercer’s arms is my favorite place to be.

“How old are you?” “Thirty-four.” “Many people reach a deeper level of themselves around your age. They’re searching for their truth. An awakening, if you will.”

“Where do you want to go?” I ask. He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Anywhere with you.”

“You’ve never taken someone on a first date?” I stare at him in horror. “Like… ever?” “Nope.” He catches his bottom lip in his teeth, as if slightly embarrassed. “Another of my firsts given to the lovely Eliza Bennet.”

“I guess with you by my side…, anything is possible.”

This is our love story. The world and their opinions can go fuck themselves.

“It’s so familiar. You know, like I was always meant to be with her.”

“It took all of my strength not to drag her into a church and make her marry me in Majorca.”

“Would you give your left nut to sleep with me?” “Both nuts.” He turns the page of his book again. “I’m pretty sure you carry them around in your purse now, anyway.” He shakes his head. “I’m fucking doomed.”