“Win-win,” Daniel says with a low laugh.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Stop that. I say you do.”
Perhaps. But there was a time I definitely didn’t. And I might never have if it weren’t for…
I shiver. The memory of the bogeyman is unsettling to this day. It’s not something I speak of, but if it weren’t for Bogey, Daniel would have slipped through my fingers before I knew how much I needed to hang on. I would never have been good enough for him.
Hell, I’m probably still not good enough for him, but I’ll continue to try until my last breath.
“Hey. Come back.” Daniel arches, and I roll us to our sides. He cuddles in close. “Where were you?”
“With you. Always.” I drop a kiss on his nose. “Just thinking of when we met. How lucky I got.”
“I got pretty lucky too.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I know so.” He wriggles closer, wrapping his calf over mine and pulling me in. “Everything okay?”
I hug him, pushing as much reassurance as I can into the embrace. “Better than okay. The best. I’m feeling so grateful I might have myself a little cry about it.”
He studies me, our eyes locked. “I love how open you are. You can cry if you want. And after, we’ll eat sweets and bang on the sofa.”
My chuckle rumbles between us. “You’ve got a deal.”
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