There he lies; my protector. In his arms, I feel safe, content, happy even. This is the closest to happiness I've been for a long time.
I thought I'd never feel anything after Jess died, how wrong I was.
His sweet, warm breath ruffles my hair as goosebumps appear on my skin. His muscular arms wrap around me, and we lean in to kiss.
Everything in the movies is no justification to this degree of love and need. There are no fireworks, no romantic music playing while we embrace, only awareness, only feelings, only him.
He is my love. My life. My Dean.