I hurry into his bed, my heart picking up speed in my chest, butterflies hammering at my navel. He slides in next to me and pulls me into him, then tucks the blanket around us. I am so happy it hurts. Surrounded by his scent, nestled in his arms. I don’t want the bubble to burst. I don’t want to cry like an idiot. “I am here,” he says, his voice raspy at my ear as he holds me at his side, his fingers trailing up my arm. “Do you feel that?” “Yes.” I shiver beneath him. “I am here and I am real and I’m not going anywhere.”
