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“He makes me feel safe.”
Maybe, despite the masks of our normal lives, there was a streak of evil in us all.
“You’re my best friend.”
“Who’s your best friend?”
“You,” I admitted.
Genevieve had the power to destroy me completely. My life would be in ruins when she walked away. This kiss wouldn’t change the future. I shoved those thoughts away. And I kissed my wife.
Isaiah looked in the mirror and saw everlasting broken pieces, but maybe my broken pieces would fit with his. Together, maybe we’d make a whole.
He was my best friend. He was there for me every day. When something happened at work that made me laugh, he was the first person I wanted to tell. When I woke up some mornings in a foul mood, he made me coffee with cream because it almost always cheered me up. The chocolate chip cookies I made every week weren’t for me anymore—they were Isaiah’s. Was that love?
If my heart left her breathless, then hers gave me a reason to breathe.
