Final Bond

She didn't want to know. Remy could barely fathom the difference between intimacy and understanding or that the difference apparently meant everything.

"Your lahfe is yours, sugah," she told him breezily, reading her book on his bed, finally content.

He wanted to pull her close, tell her no, it's our life, but he liked that soft, sweet smile when he caressed her, drew her against him and asked if she was his. He liked how she laughed and kissed him just to prove it.

Later, they might yell at each other over something, tear each other apart, but not now.