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“What are you doing?” she whispered. “I have no fucking clue.” Then my lips were on hers.
“Don’t take your mind for granted, Griffin. Or your heart. They are your gifts. And they are not guaranteed from one day to the next.”
Casual was becoming a craving.
In the absence of a clear ambition, serving others is a mighty purpose.
We’d never spent the day together. That had always been a boundary. And like the others, crossing it was as natural as breathing.
Like going for a ride and veering off the main path to get a look from a different angle, and then discovering that the trail you’d been on was lacking in every way imaginable. I was in it with this woman. So fucking in it.
“I’ll hold you. If you have a nightmare, I won’t let go.”
People handled grief differently. Some welcomed the outpouring of affection and support. Others, like me, held it close to the heart and only let small pieces go when they were ready.
Eight years with Skyler. One month with Griffin. I’d choose Griffin every time.
“You have me twisted up, woman. So fucking twisted up.” “Want to unwind? Call it quits?” He leaned away and his hands moved to my face, his fingers threading through the hair at my temples. “I don’t think I could quit you if I tried.” “Even if we fight?” “Especially when we fight.”
She’d told me that one day, she hoped I’d find a man who’d fight with me. Who’d love me even when he wanted to strangle me. Who’d never quit fighting because what we had was worth a few angry words.
“Lean on me.” He kissed my forehead, then hugged me again, squeezing so tight that if my knees buckled, I wouldn’t drop an inch. I leaned on him. And for the first time in a long time, I knew the man holding me tight wouldn’t let me fall.
“What are we doing, Griffin?” “Thought it was sort of obvious.” Falling in love with her had been effortless. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I guess it is.”
