“I love you,” he said as he wrapped his legs around me, maybe to seduce me, maybe to express how happy he was; who cared? Lust was passion for us, and passion was a dramatic way of showing how happy we were to be with each other,aseach other. “Are you okay?”
“I am...for now,” I said, because I had sworn long ago that honesty, true honesty, was the only way we could get through everything that was wrong with me.
“Feel like being okay together?” he asked, and while he meant it genuinely, I could feel him hard beneath me and chuckled as I kissed him fiercely.
“You’re goddamn right,” I said, and I went about removing all those annoying clothes.
We were okay now, great even, but we weren’t always going to be. There were going to be times when I wasn’t okay, or he was unhappy. Sometimes we could talk about it; other times, I would go stay with Cade because I was so fed up or felt like I was losing my mind too much. But right now? We were great.
With him, I could take each day at a time. And maybe?—
Well, maybe that was the key to being me, and to us being us.
