I saw her truck there out of the corner of my eye, and it seemed like the simplest solution. We are an us, right?” When she says us, she peeks up at me from under thick lashes, shyly. I blink at her, scanning her face for some sign that she might be joking. Because in what universe does this woman want me to be an us with her. I literally shake my head and count my lucky fucking stars. And then I kiss her hard, hold her to me tight, and show her how badly I want to be an us. “We are definitely an us.”
