Because Reid came when I called.
Because he stayed when I was frightened.
Because before my mind knew his name, some hidden part of me had been listening for his signal.
Reid closed the laptop.
“Hungry?”
“Yes.”
“What sounds tolerable?”
I considered how exhausting choices had become.
Then I thought about the difference between being asked and being controlled.
“Something simple.”
“Pasta?”
“With an irresponsible amount of cheese.”
“There is no responsible amount.”
I smiled.
Reid stood and crossed the room.
As he passed the couch, I caught his hand.
He looked down at me.
“Tomorrow.”
“The date?”
“Yes.”
His expression softened.
“Tomorrow.”
“And tonight?”
“Dinner.”
“Afterward?”
“Whatever you choose.”
I tugged gently until he leaned closer.
“Stay near me.”
Reid lifted my hand to his mouth.
His lips touched my knuckles.
