The thought stirred a contagious smile, pressed against her kissing lips, and when she reciprocated, she asked, “What?”
“Nothing,” I said before realizing that it wasn’t nothing at all. Then, I corrected, “I’m just really proud of us.”
Lennon pulled away, raking her hands through my hair and gazing into my eyes in the way I knew only she could. She saw me in the same light I saw her.
“But when someone watches you, they’re really seeing you for who you are. They’re learning.”
I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life teaching her about me and learning everything there was to learn about her.
She offered a small nod as she said, “I’m proud of us too.”
As I remembered a time when she had been too ashamed to tell me the truth about herself or her life, remembering her lack of pride and self-esteem and self-worth, nothing satisfied me more than seeing the assuredness in her eyes now.
Because she knew she was worthy of me and this life.
It’s about damn time, I thought.
Because Lennon Jacobs was a goddess, and I fully intended to spend my life worshipping her.