His hand reaches for mine and then he leans forward and kisses me.
His lips brush mine, soft at first, nothing greedy. Nothing rushed. A kiss that says he’s here.
Theo pulls back, smirking. “You know your trouble, right?”
“Obviously,” I whisper.
Nate chuckles behind me, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “She’s the best kind.”
They make me laugh, they make me feel.
This love we’ve built together is louder than the silence we once drowned in.
I stay tucked between them on the window seat.
Nate’s fingers trace gentle lines over my hip. No one speaks.
This is what I’ve wanted my whole life.
Arms wrapped around me.
Hands I trust.
Love that stays. Love that heals. A home I never thought I’d ever find.
And now because of them, I have it.
