Turning at the same time, we part ways, back-to-back, armed and ready, like a duel in one of my hist-roms. Except while our personalities will always be at odds, now we’re no longer in opposition, no ready, aim, fire. This fake relationship is our shot in the sky, weapons set down. Now, somehow, Jamie and I are on the same side. No longer me versus you but us against them. I remember the brush of his thumb down my wrist, the warmth of his touch as I kissed the corner of that hard, uncompromising mouth. Us against them is going to take some getting used to. —
