“Did you like it when I wore your jersey in high school?” He didn’t answer right away, his thumb rubbing two small circles into my palm. The rough touch of his skin raised a riot of goose bumps from my wrist to my elbow. “It made me feel proud.” “Proud?” “Like you belonged to me.” “I did… I do. I’ll always be yours,” I said, hoping he could hear the truth this time. Hear it and own it. “I know.”
