Chapter 59
Chapter fifty-nine
Tytus
Ifeel like I’m dying.
But I got my kiss, and now my girl is resting peacefully in my arms. It’s all I can do to focus on her and not the pain.
If this is it, fine. RIP me, literally. I’ll die a happy man.
I stroke the soft strands of Sawyer’s hair while she sleeps, relishing the feel of her body against mine.
Something clicked when she agreed to kiss me.
I felt the shift—saw the acceptance in her eyes.
Immense relief sawed through me when she deepened the kiss on her own, moving her mouth against mine in a desperate, hungry fervor.
We kissed until we were both breathless.
Our first real kiss, and the clear signal I needed to know we’re going to be okay.
She’s curled up beside me because she wants to be.
For the first time in a very long time, I’m holding her because she wants to be held.
Even when the narcotics I agreed to take pull me under and force my eyes closed, I keep a tight hold on my girl—my wife—who willingly and eagerly kissed me back tonight.
Just like it was always meant to be.