He smiles and I melt.
“I’m addicted to you… in the best way.”
The music starts, and the second I recognize it, something inside me cracks open so suddenly it almost hurts.
Cover Me Up.
His voice is rough at first, like the words cost him something, like he’s not used to laying himself out like this, but then it steadies, deepening, grounding, raw but beautiful. Every note feels like it’s meant for me, like it’s not a performance but something pulled straight out of him.
The bar fades.
The noise fades.
Everything fades.
Until it’s just him.
Just us.
And when he reaches that line,know you’re enough, it hits somewhere deep, somewhere I didn’t even know was still raw, because that’s the part of me that never healed, the part that still whispers I’m too damaged, or not enough, or broken in ways that can’t be undone.
But the way he looks at me, steady, certain, like there’s no question in his mind, it settles something fragile inside my chest, something that’s been shaking loose since that night.
Like maybe I can believe it.
Just a little.
A tear slips free before I can stop it, and I don’t even try to hide it.
He sees it.
Of course he does.
And when he reaches his hand out, I don’t hesitate.
I go.
Like there was never another choice.
He pulls me into him the second I step onto the stage, his arm wrapping around me, his hand tightening at my waist, grounding, like he needs to feel me there, like this is how he knows I’m okay.
His voice changes when I’m close, steadier, deeper, like this, me, is what anchors him, and I feel it in the way his chest moves under my cheek, in the way the sound of him travels through me instead of around me.
Somewhere in the background, Penny and Cas sway together, Summer wiping at her eyes while Ethan sings along beside her, but it all feels distant, blurred at the edges.
Because when I look up at Dex…
it’s just him.
We move together slowly, like the music lives inside us now, my hands finding him like they belong there, like they always have, and for the first time since everything happened, I don’t feel broken or fragile or like I might shatter if I breathe too deep.
I feel whole.
Seen.
Chosen.
Enough.
