Page 235 of Kiss Me First

Emotion rises so fast it nearly steals my breath.

I slide my arms around his waist and hold on.

“I know,” I whisper.

And I do.

Outside, the rain keeps falling.

Inside, our half-unpacked apartment glows warm around us—boxes and takeout and all the evidence of a life in progress. A life that isn’t perfect, or finished, or polished into something neat.

Just real.

Real, and ours.

THE END