“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.” I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.” I kissed my wife again, and I let her warmth wrap around me while our friends’ laughter drifted over from the living room. The scene was so cheesy and cozy that the old, pre-Stella me would’ve despised it on principle. But that was the difference between then and now. Once upon a time, I hadn’t believed in love. Now, I realized that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life. With it, I was finally whole.
