“Because now I reallycancall you WD-40,” I said, and the two of us broke into another laughing fit.
Eventually, our laughs tapered off into a happy sigh, and we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Rust, I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” I said, stroking her cheek.
“You never make me feel ashamed or bad or dirty,” she said, drawing circles on my chest. “I love that I can be myself with you.”
“You’re perfect, babe. I love you the way you are.”
We held each other tight.
Then Isabelle jumped up and out of bed. “Okay! I’m hungry! Wanna have breakfast and head to the beach?”
I grinned. I was feeling better already.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”