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He did have patience, maybe only with me, but that was all that mattered.
We were both in a better place, but the timing was still wrong.
He rested his forehead on mine and blew out a slow breath. “Can I tell you something truly terrible?” I grinned, lifting my chin and brushing my lips against his as I giggled. “Tell me.” Fisher dragged his mouth along my cheek, depositing small kisses on his way to my ear. “The only memories of my past I want to get back … are the ones of you.”
“Did you tell your therapist about me? I know it’s none of my business, but—” “Yes.” He opened his eyes. I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together. “I told her I’m engaged to a woman I’ve known nearly my whole life. But I’m in love with a woman I’ve known for a breath, maybe two.”
With a contemplative expression, he kept his gaze forward. “Because I love you today. And I think there’s a high probability that I will love you tomorrow—on your birthday. Loving you means making your birthday as special as possible.”
Turning on the lantern light for my tent, I paused on my knees just before zipping my door shut. My sleeping bag was laid out along with an extra blanket and my pillow at the top with a note on it. I’ll ask anyway … wait for me.
Fisher refused to let me be anything but happy. And wasn’t that the whole purpose in life? To find one’s happy place and stay there as long as possible? He was mine. Bliss. Smiles. Giggles.
“What do you fear most? Is it your memory returning and you suddenly knowing what you felt for her and why you felt it? Is it disappointing your family if you don’t marry her? Is it making the wrong decision?” He tucked his hands into my back pockets and kissed my forehead. “It’s losing you while I attempt to do the right thing.”
He pushed off the beam and slid his hand through my hair. “I love you today.”
“What you said, I never expected it. So raw. So honest. And it reminded me of all the reasons I think about you …” I grinned. “And touch myself.” “Fuck you,” he whispered with a grin, “for giving me a hard-on in McDonald’s, three feet from the PlayPlace.”
“No,” I whispered. “Then what can I do for my beautiful girl?” “Dance with me.”
“You are my favorite place in the world.”
“Can I do it now?” “Do what?” I asked with a soft voice, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Can I love you forever?”
