Beginning and End

If he could, he’d steal several lifetimes for himself, too. Eternities.

“That’s—that’s a very long time.”

“As long as you’ll have me.”

“The rest of my life, hopefully.”

“I’d dare say I’m beholden to you, indentured, a servant to your every whim so long as you will have me.”

he could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, the warmth of a star just for him.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted her more than he did in that otherwise inconsequential moment.

As if there was anything else he’d rather be.

What he had with her was too warm, too comforting, too wonderful to resist finding equilibrium as soon as possible when thrown off balance.

A roundabout way of meeting each other in the middle after making several painful stops along the way. There was hope in that though, meeting in the middle.