“But mostly,” she added, and this time the crack in her voice was smaller but deeper in some way, “I don’t think I ever imagined finding a man who made the question feel safe, almost natural. Almost needed.”
Everything around me just ceased to exist.
The garden.
The music.
The pack.
My own breath.
She was still looking at the dancers, not at me, and it could have hurt a bit but it didn’t. Because she was dropping her armor right in front of me, and if she wanted to do it one layer at a time, I was there, waiting for her to be ready.
“I never thought I would find a man like you,” she whispered.
Those words went straight into my heart.
Through it.
Clean through the center.
I had been called many things in my life.
But the way she said ‘man like you’ made something inside flip ups
