I think about it, really think, because there’s a million things I want to know, but only one that feels right tonight.
“What makes you feel safe?” I ask.
She blinks up at me, startled by the softness of the question. She chews her lip for a moment before answering.
“…when someone doesn’t let go first,” she says quietly.
Without a word, I take her hand and lace our fingers together under the blanket, making sure she feels the promise in it.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.
She finally relaxes, settling into me. Her breathing evens out as she presses her face into my chest, like she’s trying to hide how much that meant.
“You make it easy to breathe.”
I close my eyes and hold her a little tighter, letting my own breath fall in time with hers.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I reply. “Tonight… I’m really fucking happy you’re here.”
Her fingers squeeze mine once before sleep claims her, and long after she’s gone, still and quiet in my arms, I stay awake thinking one terrifying, undeniable truth.
If love feels like this, I’m already in deep.
layla
. . .
My suitcase finally thunks onto the baggage carousel. The carousel grumbles and shudders as it moves, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. I wrap my fingers around the handle, tugging it free, wheels clattering against the tile.
I reach into my pocket for my phone, because I already know who’s waiting.
One new message.
Reed
You on the ground?
Warmth floods my chest so fast it almost hurts.
Layla
Just grabbed my enormous suitcase
The typing bubbles pop up instantly.
He must still be awake, still thinking ofme.
Reed
Good.
I miss you already.
I grip the suitcase handle tighter.
Layla
I miss you too
