Revive Me, Part Two: The Affair (New Haven, #3)

by J.L. Seegars

At times when most people would be reeling in a pool of emotion, she’s dealing in logic.

“Maybe they were cool with rushing because they didn’t have anything in front of them that was worth slowing down for, but I’d stop the world for you. I’d freeze time if it meant I would never run out of opportunities to look at you.”

his responsiveness, his near obsession with knowing my needs and meeting them.

he makes existing feel effortless.

Vulnerable, trusting me to be her shield. Soft, allowing me to be her stone.

I still don’t know how she manages to say ‘fuck around and find out’ without moving anything but one of her eyebrows, but her ability to do so kept all of us from fucking around, because we never, ever wanted to find out.

Simply exist. No expectations for conversation or demands for attention. Just easy acceptance, anchored by the feel of his warm palm resting on my thigh.

I guess that’s the thing about being shattered more than once in a lifetime. You learn how to be comfortable in devastation, to thrive in it, to look forward to it.