Logan

Even though it's dark outside, the sky is filled with grey clouds that seem backlit by pink, and it's so breathtaking that I pause on Wallace and Jackie's front porch to take it in.

Veronica pulls her hood over her head and steps close to me.

"We don't get clouds like that in California."

"No. We don't. Wallace thinks it's going to snow tonight," I state as I wrap my arm around her waist.

"It is?" Her eyes light up. "I've never seen snow before."

"Neither have I. Unless fake snow on a movie set counts."

Veronica claps her hands excitedly, her warm breath turning to white vapor in the chill of the night air. "Let's stay outside for a little while and see if we can catch some. Please?"

Her excitement is adorable, and I pivot to face her, kissing the tip of her nose. She wrinkles it and laughs, wrapping her arms around me. I want to take her home and tell her I love her so badly, but she's so happy that I'm content for now to continue that feeling.

"Sure. If you're warm enough." I pull my hood over my head as well and breathe hard into the air, seeing my breath change in front of my eyes. "I know a place we can go."

She reaches behind her to take my hand, linking her fingers into mine. When she looks back up at me, her eyes catch the soft light and twinkle, radiating happiness. I bring her hand up to my lips to kiss the back of it, and she sighs.

"Your lips are so warm," Veronica murmurs.

I take that as an invitation to lean in and kiss her, softly, tenderly, and she responds, moving closer to me. For a moment, we linger before I pull away, now sufficiently warmed from head to toe from our connection.

"Come on. We don't want Wallace and Jackie to open the door and find us making out on their stoop." I take her hand and guide her down the stairs as she laughs and follows.

"Why not?"

"Because Wallace will never let me forget it," I answer, guiding us down the lit path, in the opposite direction from our dorms.

She takes a few quick steps and catches up to me, keeping a firm grip on my hand. The light from the tall lamps cast soft shadows along the concrete and, with the grey sky, add a warm feeling that we are in a giant cocoon, safe from the outside world, even if the temperature was dropping.

"So, how did things go with Duncan?" she asks solemnly. "Did you get through to him?"

I purse my lips and shake my head. "I don't know. He told us he's part of some political group now that believes in choosing their own partners. Except the ratio is thirty guys to two eligible women, and it's all kinds of messed up. Actually, it's twenty-nine to one because apparently one of the women is with the leader of the group."

"There's something not quite right about that," she says, her other hand coming up to wrap around my arm as we walk. "I mean if polyamory is your gig, then that's fine. Even if you reject your match just to stay single and hook up on the sly, who am I to judge? But Logan, that kind of sounds like the women are...bait."

A chill not associated with the cold runs down my spine. Prostitution had been legal for two decades now, but there were still rumours of those who liked the thrill of being outside of the law. If Duncan had gotten wrapped up in a group of human traffickers, he was definitely on his way to a life as the cleanup crew for the radiation zone.

"Shit. Veronica, I never even thought about that." I shove my free hand in my pocket, my eyes cast down towards the concrete as we walk. "I tried to get him to think about what he was doing, but I don't know if I was successful. I guess time will tell."

"I hope he comes around, Logan. Maybe I can call Lilly, and she can talk to him?"

"No. We shouldn't get her involved. She has her own life and Sabrina to worry about. Duncan's an adult now, and he should figure out how to take care of himself."

"I guess…"

She falls silent as we continue to walk, following the path under the old oak trees, bare of their leaves, standing like skeletons as a reminder that other old buildings once stood around them, but were replaced by more modern infrastructure, cold and concrete. When we pass the design department building, I take a right off the path onto the grass, and we continue to walk as the lights get dim.

"It's this way. I stumbled on it when I got lost in the first week of school."

"Wow, you really got lost, didn't you?" Veronica squeezes my arm a little tighter as only ambient light from the buildings guiding our way.

"Yes, well, I took a shortcut back here to get over to the humanities building. I was only a few buildings off."

We turn another corner, and there is a wooden covered gazebo near a clump of trees. Solar lights attached to the posts around it cast a soft glow into the night. It's shaped like a giant hexagon, and the open roof goes to a peak in what looks like a Japanese pergola-influenced design. As we approach, Veronica grips my arm tightly, and I guide her up the steps. There's a bench that runs along the edge, and I lead her to sit, so we face the cluster of trees. Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and she slides closer to me, raising her eyes to the sky. I glance above us at the grey and pink clouds again and wonder how long until they'll open.

"This is beautiful, Logan."

"I found out it was some sort of project by the design students a few years ago. Which is why it's just kind of sitting here in the middle of nowhere."

"Thank you for showing me." Her head rests on my shoulder, and I pull her closer to me.

This is it. Tell her.

I open my mouth, but as I do, my back starts to tingle—my scars. If I tell her, this means I'm committing to taking this relationship further. That means everything. She's going to know everything about me. About my family.

Instead, I kiss the top of her hood and press my cheek to the puffy nylon fabric. I don't know if I'm ready to let her see who I really am, hiding underneath the layers of lies and baggage. When she said yes to our union, she didn't know that she was committing to someone like me and now, on the brink of sharing my heart with her, I don't know if she could care enough about me to work through that kind of deceit.

Veronica shifts from under me and I straighten in my seat as she looks up, removing her hood from her head. The way she's looking at me has me frozen—like she's analyzing me, scanning me for details unknown.

"What?"

Her hand reaches for my cheek, and I pull back my hood, a shock of cold air, making me feel more alert suddenly. As she studies me, her thumb brushes gently, back and forth, against my skin.

"I was just thinking. If the Orwell system wasn't around to place us together, would we still have found one another?"

I can't help but chuckle and shake my head. "No. But not because of you, because of me."

"Really? Why would you say that?"

I cover her hand with mine and turn to kiss her palm. "Because I wouldn't have thought that I deserved a woman like you."

"Oh." Her hand slips away as she rises, walking towards the middle of the gazebo and then stops, glancing up at the sky. "Then, I guess it's a good thing that Orwell is smarter than either of us."

I stand to follow her, and she swivels toward me, looking up with glassy eyes like she's about to cry.

"Duncan got into my head, and I started to doubt myself and what I was beginning to feel," she continues, blinking back the first sign of a tear. "But then I realized that maybe, through genetics or personality or just dumb luck, Orwell saw something in both of us that we may never have seen because we were too focused on ourselves."

A tiny snowflake drifts down between us and lands on Veronica's nose, and for a second, she's distracted from her thoughts. Her face morphs from sadness to joy as we both look up to see tiny twinkling specks falling down on us from the sky. A giggle of glee escapes her as the little white flakes reach us, sticking to our jackets, but when I focus back on her eyes, tears are now falling freely down her cheeks.

"And maybe it knows better because right now, Logan, there is no one on the planet I'd rather be sharing my first snowfall with." A small gasp escapes her, and her hand moves to her heart. "Because I love you."

At this moment, nothing else matters. Nothing. How we got here means nothing. The fact that we are here together now is all that counts. Fuck it. Fuck my family. Fuck Duncan. Veronica is all that matters to me now.

Reaching out, I cradle her cheek, feeling the warm, wet tears against my palm.

"That's good. Because I love you too, Veronica. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human being."

She gasps again as if relieved, and I cradle her other cheek, watching the warm air condense into cold as she breathes. All of my defenses are down and for the first time in my life, I am filled with a joy I never thought was possible.

And as the snow swirls around us, I lean down to kiss her, letting the warmth of her love spread through my soul. I can taste the salt from her tears on my lips, and I pull her deeper into my embrace, trying to soothe her with my touch. She responds by opening her mouth, allowing me to deepen our kiss. Unlike before, it's not hungry, there is no urgency. We could stay like this all night.

A gust of wind blows past us, and she shivers in my arms, pulling away from our kiss. Her hair is coated with a thin, shimmering layer of snowflakes, and I sweep my hand over her head, brushing them off before taking her hood and pulling it gently back over her head for warmth. With her face peeking out from the oval of her hood, Veronica looks up, blinking away the tiny snowflakes caught in her eyelashes and I can't help but lean down again and kiss the tip of her red, cold nose.

"Logan, take me home." Her voice is as soft as the evening surrounding us and filled with sincerity. "Take me home and make love to me as if it's our Union Night. Please."

Taking her cold hand, I bring her palm up to my lips and kiss it before cradling it in my hand, slipping my fingers between hers.

"All right, Veronica. I'll take you home."

Together, we make our way through the dusting of snow now covering the grass, wandering back to the path that will take us back to the warmth of our dorm.

Veronica

By the time we get home, the hallway to the dormitory is quiet, except for the gentle noise of voices coming from behind closed doors as we walk. The closer we get to our door, the more my legs feel like they're going to give out, and when I stop to fish my keys out from my purse, my hand shakes a little. Logan's arm wraps around my waist as he pulls down my hood, planting a soft kiss on my cheek from behind and for a second, I forget what I was doing. Turning my head to him, I offer him my lips next, and he obliges me with another kiss before retreating again.

I finally find my keys and unlock the door as he loosens his grip on me, and I step inside, Logan following close behind. The blinds are open slightly, and from the doorway, I can see the twinkling snow falling in the ambient light from the walkways outside. It illuminates our room in a soft glow, and I hesitate to turn on the lights, captivated by the stillness that has migrated in.

I hear the door lock behind me, and my whole body tingles in anticipation of what may happen next.

"Don't turn on the lights. The room is too beautiful to disturb," he whispers, and I hear him unzip his jacket.

I'm frozen to my spot, my eyes fixed on the window as the snow falls. "You're right. It is beautiful."

His hands come around me again, this time to reach for my jacket zipper, and he brings it down slowly, the sound filling the space. When it reaches the bottom, he slides it from my shoulders and steps to the closet to hang it up. I take a moment to toe-off my soaking wet shoes and move further into the room, turning to face him.

"So? What now?"

Stepping towards me, he rubs his cheek, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, I was thinking of making love to you all night, if that's an acceptable plan for you?"

I rise on my toes and drape my arms over his shoulders, my fingers trailing up his neck to thread through his hair. "I think that you just need to add continuing on through tomorrow to that thought."

A guttural groan of satisfaction rises in him, and he punctuates it with a chuckle. "I'll try my very best to keep up with your needs, Veronica."

The tip of my nose reaches his and I hesitate, relishing the blissful feeling fluttering through my body. "What I need, Logan, is you. Only you. Now, and for the rest of our lives."

His lips skim lightly over mine, teasing me before intensifying our kiss as he pulls me against him, the warmth of his body taking the last of the night chill from my skin. In my mind, I want him to go slowly, but my body seems to have other plans as a rush of heat spreads from my core in anticipation of him as we continue to kiss, his hands gripping my hips.

We've kissed for too long—too many days and weeks. Tonight I want more than just soft kisses. I want it all. And as I step away from his embrace, backing up towards the bed, I know that I have to show him.

"Where are you going?" He quirks his eyebrow at me as his eyes run down my body.

With one quick motion, I pull my tight sweater over my head and toss it on the ground, finally revealing the black lace bra I bought for our Union Night, and his mouth opens in unmistakable shock.

"I'm just getting a little more comfortable," I tease, my hand popping the top button of my jeans.

Logan follows and unexpectedly drops to his knees in front of me.

"Let me help you with that," he murmurs, placing a soft kiss beside my navel.

My words catch in my throat, and I swallow, hard, looking down at his mischievous grin as he stares back up at me.

"If...if you like…"

He drops another kiss just under my navel, and I gasp as his fingers pull back the opening to my jeans and ever so slowly pulls down the zipper. Warmth pools again between my thighs, and I force my body to stand perfectly still, even if I'm feeling wobbly inside. When he pauses, I want to scream, call out his name, beg him to do something because the anticipation has me so on edge I may spontaneously combust just from his breath near my belly.

"Black lace on the bottom too," he says and spreads my fly far enough to kiss my pelvis just above the line of the boy-cut panties.

Gathering myself, I run my fingers through his hair and smile down at him. "Just for you."

That seems to have caught him off guard because he freezes, staring up at me, and I continue to stroke his hair.

"Well then, if it's just for me." He refocuses and slips his hands through the opening, skimming between the jeans and the lace and I gasp as he pushes my pants down to my ankles.

I can now feel his breath through the lace and I wiggle with anticipation. Planting small kisses to the fabric, he presses ever so slightly into my mound and a soft moan rumbles in my chest, my fingers tightening in his hair. When he opens his mouth, cupping me with his lips, and exhales gently, his tongue grazing the lace, I fight to keep my knees from buckling.

Easing himself away from me, he rocks back onto his heels. "God, Veronica, just the smell of you is making me hard."

I glance down and see him adjust himself. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I bend over and kiss his lips.

"Good."

I bend all the way down and push my pants and socks off, stepping out of them and turning away from him, closer to the bed, in a deliberate move to show how good my ass looks in these panties. As I consider what to do next, he rises behind me, pressing into my back, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, the other cradling my sex. When his lips brush the junction of my neck, my knees really do buckle, and I sink into his palm. His fingers inch past the edge of the the thin fabric between my thighs, and I moan as he nips at my neck.

"You're already wet," he whispers, his fingers pushing the lace further to the side as he parts my lips underneath.

"I am. This is what you do to me now, Logan." I arch into him, and he responds by pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and I cry out in ecstasy.

"Do you like that? Is it too hard?"

I buck back into him, my ass catching the bulge in his jeans, and he moans. "It's just right. Keep doing that. Please, Logan."

He momentarily removes his hand from my breast, bringing it up to his lips. Opening his mouth, his tongue flicks the pads of his thumb and index finger before returning them to the edge of my bra, pulling back the fabric to free my breast, his fingers clamping back down on my sensitive flesh and rolling my hard nipple between. The small shock of pain gives way to pleasure trickling through every nerve in my body.

I glance back, and Logan catches my lips with his, and I moan into this mouth. His tongue finds mine, as he responds to my moan with his own. Slowly, his fingers move up under my panties, his long middle finger finding my clit, and he presses down, sending another surge of pleasure through me. My gasp breaks the kiss and his lips slide down my neck again as my hips roll against him creating delicious friction against his finger. When my ass moves against him, I can feel him straining against the fly of his jeans, and I push my body to his so he's forced to move with me. As he rocks, I close my eyes and imagine him naked against me. It takes all my strength to pull myself from him, and he lets go with no resistance as I turn in his arms, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it high up his chest. Understanding my intent, he takes it and pulls it over his head as my hands shift to the buckle of his belt. The sound of metal on metal makes him flinch, and he closes his eyes, his arms dropping to stroke my hair as I work the clasp, releasing his belt, before popping the top button of his jeans. My fingers graze the trail of hair leading down from his navel and his abs clench as I continue down, pulling his zipper down over his cock, straining at his black underwear beneath.

Stepping back slightly, I pause before pushing his underwear and pants down, and his cock springs free, and I lick my lips, remembering the salty taste of him on my tongue from the night before. Biting my lip, I try to hold back the grin pulling across my face. When my fingers skim the top of his shaft, he twitches, and I continue, my touch lightly brushing his sensitive skin. A drop of cum appears on the head, and I stroke my thumb over before bringing it up to my mouth. His eyes lock on me as I lick the salty liquid from my finger.

"Fuck, Veronica," he gasps, and I grin back at him.

"I think I've developed a taste for you, Logan."

Stepping out of his jeans, he advances on me, grabbing my ass as he lifts me up into the air, and my legs wrap around his waist, my hands anchoring to his shoulders. He opens his mouth, and I kiss him, sweeping my tongue across his, hoping he can still taste himself on me. When I release him, he steps closer to the bed and lowers us down.

"I know I've developed a taste for you, Veronica."

When I cradle his cheeks, he kisses me again, but only for a split second before continuing to my neck, pausing to suck my skin, and I moan in appreciation. He moves on, trailing little kisses down my chest to my exposed nipple, and I arch with need as he approaches. His hand slips behind my back to unclasp my bra, then he quickly pulls it off my arms and tosses it off the bed. For a moment, he regards my breasts, as if choosing which one to give some attention to before selecting the right, his tongue flicking my nipple to a hard peak. His hands brace himself to hold his body just above me, and I drag my fingers across his pecs and down his sides towards his hips, feeling every ripple and edge of muscle and bone on my way towards his beautiful, tight buttocks.

I groan in frustration when he suddenly releases my nipple, shifting from my intended reach to continue to plant small kisses down my belly, circling my navel, and finishing just above my panties. He pauses, and I look down to see his eyes on me, and he nods as if asking for entrance. I nod back, and he wastes no time, hooking his fingers into the side of my panties and pulling them off me as he kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Then, he pauses, kneeling in the light from the window in the darkened room, his eyes scanning my body, and I'm suddenly overcome by what is about to happen, and my heart constricts in my chest. I'm about to make love to the man I was partnered with. The man I've fallen hopelessly in love with. My eyes skim his body. His firm pecs with the small trail of hair between them. The nearly six-pack of abs he's been working on since he started weight-lifting. And, God help me, that cock...he's as pretty close to perfection as a man can get.

And he's mine.

Lowering his lips, he kisses me just above my pubic hair, and I gasp, my abs tightening under his touch, and when I look down, he's staring back up at me again, his eyes dark with lust.

"If there's anything I'm doing that hurts you or…"

"...I'll tell you, Logan. I promise."

His fingers slip between my folds, running the length of my lips, and I arch under his touch.

"Good. Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you...in any way. I love you so much, Veronica."

My hand brushes his hair from his forehead, and I nod. "I love you too, Logan. I love you more than my heart could ever have imagined."

He places another kiss on me, identical to the last before his fingers spread my folds. When he places his lips on my inner lips, I gasp as he continues to plant tiny kisses on my tender skin. When his tongue caresses me, I can't stifle my cry of pleasure.

"That's right, Veronica…" he murmurs, licking me again. "Make all the noise you want. I want to hear how much pleasure I'm giving you."

His tongue finds my clit, and I call out again, followed by a deep guttural moan as he gently pulls back the hood and flicks my clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue. The noise that escapes me is barbaric. Primal. And I close my eyes, focusing all my senses on the pleasure that's now coursing through my veins.

Two of his fingers press gently on me, sliding easily inside, and I pull my knees up to hook my feet on the edge of the bed, giving him access to go deeper. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me is too much stimulation, and I writhe against him, looking for relief from the orgasm that teeters just on edge.

"Logan. Please. I need more. Please…." I whimper, bucking towards him, demanding more. God, I don't even recognize my own voice anymore.

His response is to remove his two fingers and add a third, and the feeling of fullness as I stretch against his digits is precisely what I need. My voice is high and loud, a series of unintelligible words and gasps as he works me faster and faster, the sloppy sound of my cum filling the room, until...

"Oh, God! Logan…."

A flash of white light behind my eyes and a rush of pleasure makes me arch as I scream, my body shaking as I cum hard and wet around his fingers and mouth. He stills his fingers against my pulsing, but his tongue continues to move against my clit slowly, coaxing more and more. My orgasm is now relentless, the first wave giving way to another smaller wave and then another until it's all too much, and I grab his shoulder with my fingers and dig into his skin, unable to find my words.

He gets my message and releases me immediately, wiping my glistening cum from his mouth as he looks down at me with concern.

"I'm….fine…" I gasp. "Just...so much…"

Logan chuckles and maneuvers himself to lay beside me on his side, propping himself upon his arm. He leans over and gives me a deep kiss, and I can smell the musky scent of myself on him. Rolling towards him, I wrap my naked body around his, trapping his hard cock between us. His arm slides underneath me, and with a quick roll, he pulls me on top of him, and I shriek with laughter, my legs dropping, so I now straddle his waist.

"Well, that's why it's your turn to take control," he says, his hand grasping my breast, the pad of his thumb moving gently back and forth across my nipple. "When you're ready. You can control it all—the depth, the pressure. If it hurts, you can back off, and we can get some lube and try again or stop altogether. It's all in your hands."

I wriggle against his skin, feeling myself slide against him. "I don't think lube will be a problem, thanks to you."

He grins up at me as I press my hands to his pecs, enjoying just looking down at his smiling face for a moment.

"Always at your service."

I grasp his cheeks as I lower myself to kiss him again, lingering this time, taking my time to nip at his lip, teasing him with my tongue, and he responds in kind, his tongue finding mine. His hands clench my ass, gently kneading my skin and my hips press down on him, my core now flush with him. We stay just like this, kissing and touching, as need builds in me again. A ravenous, unbridled need in the pit of my stomach to have him as close to me as humanly possible.

Rising up from him, I push myself higher on my knees, grasping his hard cock firmly, positioning him under me. When I run the head through my wetness, he gasps, his eyes rolling back slightly. Slowly, I lower myself down, the tip of his cock now just between my lips, and I resist the urge to drop all my weight down at once. His eyes meet mine, and he nods, his hands gripping my hips.

I ease myself further as he slides deep inside of me, savouring the feel of my muscles parting to take his girth. When I finally take the whole of his length in me, I pause, my pelvis flush against his, marvelling at the sensation of feeling full of him. I catch his eye again, and his fingers squeeze my hips holding me in place.

"Just...give me a minute…" he gasps, his face flush with excitement. "I want this to last."

Biting my lip, I lean towards him, his cock shifting inside of me, and he moans when I still, bracing myself in front of him.

"I want it to last too. I like having you inside of me. Having you this close just feels right."

Logan groans and lifts his head to kiss me quickly before returning to lay on the bed.

"I promise you, after this, I will make every effort to be in you as often as possible."

His hands loosen, and instinct takes hold of me. Slowly I roll my hips, moving ever so slightly off of him and then taking him deeper as a rush of pleasure courses through me.

"I'm going to hold you to that promise." I smile.

Logan's eyes flutter as I continue to roll, changing my angle so I'm closer to his chest, and I realize that it creates the most fantastic jolt of friction against my clit.

"You feel amazing, Veronica. So amazing." He stretches up for a tender kiss, and I continue to hold his lips to mine as my hips slide him easily back and forth through me.

"I love you, Logan," I whisper between kisses. "I love you so much."

His hand slips between us, his finger finding my clit, increasing friction to the most sensitive part of me, and I gasp into his mouth.

"I love you, Veronica. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life, making you happy."

My orgasm starts to build again, faster, reaching its peak even sooner than before as my hips move up and down his shaft, faster and faster. This time, when he kisses me, it's hungry, teeth and tongues crashing together. His hand finds my nipple, and he pinches it just so, and I cry out.

"Yes, like that. Just like that, Logan."

I feel like a runner, sprinting towards the finish, sweat now glistening on both of our bodies. The sounds we've both making are loud and guttural, punctuated by swears and proclaiming of affections. His lips reach up and catch my neck, sucking hard on my skin, and that's when my hips fall out of pace, jerking and pulling against his cock as my orgasm hits me, hard and long, and I pulse around his cock.

"Logan! Oh my God...oh my God…"

I'm sure a part of my soul has broken off and risen from my body as I continue to come, my senses blinded as I feel his cock pulsing against me, the warmth of his cum filling me.

"Veronica…" he gasps. "Veronica…"

For a moment, we both still, enjoying the endorphins coursing through both of us before I collapse onto his chest, spent. He brushes my hair from my forehead and kisses it, chuckling.

"That was phenomenal," he gasps, trying to catch his breath.

"So...glad...we waited," I add, my heart racing in my chest next to his.

For a minute, neither of us move, and I contemplate the idea of just closing my eyes and falling asleep on top of him like this, our bodies still connected. It isn't until he groans and rolls slightly to the side that we separate entirely, gently as I manoeuvre to the mattress. He immediately pulls me next to him into the warmth of his arms.

"We should crawl under the covers," he whispers.

"Hmmmm….in a minute…" I toss my arm and leg over him. "I don't want to move. Not yet."

The pink has left the sky, and now only the lights from the campus are visible against the black cloudy night. Our room is still and calm. It's all out in the open now. There is no skirting around the issue, no hidden feelings—only love. There is only love between us now.

Logan

When the chill of the room finally becomes unbearable, we retreat under the blankets, still naked, and the warmth of our bodies is wonderful. We find ourselves in the middle of the bed, me on my back and Veronica with her head on my chest, her body wrapped around mine, and I quietly hope this is the new way she wants to fall asleep together.

I look down at her to find her looking up at me, her eyes have a twinkle of happiness through the glistening of tears on her lashes. This is it. This is what love truly is. My heart is filled with a joy I have never felt. To be loved by someone you love is like a miracle to me. And I am going to work hard to make sure she knows how much I love her in return.

Sweeping her hair from her face, a smile spreads across my lips. "I promise you, Veronica...I will spend every day of our lives, showing you how much I love you."

Rising to me, she brushes her lips tenderly across mine. "I promise you, Logan, that I will spend every day reminding you of my love."

I can't help but return to our kiss, deepening our connection, as our bodies tangle together, trying to become one again.

Finally, someone on this damn earth loves me. Truly, loves me.