What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

“We do have stuff to talk about,” he eventually said. “I have a lot of questions, but…” He took a breath. “I’m not pretending either. Not even close.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m in love with you too. I love you and only you, Hopscotch. You’re it. No matter what’s happened…” His voice caught. “You’ve always been the one.”