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Macie was rigid. I could sense how tense she was. I wanted to do something to help her relax, to reassure her I was ecstatic she was here.
It didn’t feel like a moment to pull out my cell and I wasn’t sure how to say what I needed to in sign language yet.
I closed my eyes, sending up a silent prayer before I put my hand on her chin. I guided her eyes to meet mine, smiling in a way I hoped was relaxed and encouraging.
It was the first moment since I lost my voice I truly wished I could have it back.
I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. I wanted her to feel safe. I wanted her to know I didn’t expect anything from her or from our night together in my bed.
She moved onto her side, matching my position.
“I can’t seem to wrap my brain around the fact that I’m here, and that you’re here too. You’re alive and you’re home.” She closed her eyes, nuzzling into my hand that’d slipped to her jaw. “I thought seeing you in person would give me all the answers I’ve been searching for over the last couple of months.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral. I didn’t want her to see how scared her words were making me.
Was this it?
Was this where she told me I was too late?
That I’d hurt her too much and there was nothing left for us other than happy memories and some dirty text messages?
I felt like my chest was about to cave in. I’d survived a bullet to the head and razor wire severing my vocal cords. But I was positive that I’d never survive losing Macie again.
I hid all the turmoil inside me and raised my eyebrows to question, to silently ask herdid it?
“Instead, it’s making me question my own sanity.” She scooted closer, her fingers lightly tracing the scar across my throat. “Because here I am, after all this time, still completely in love with you.”
I closed my eyes. I couldn’t help it. I was so fucking overcome with emotion. I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself and savoring the moment. My every dream was coming true.
I met her eyes, mouthingI love you too, babybefore pulling her to me and sealing my lips to hers as if we were experiencing our first kiss all over again.
My heart was racing, chills were climbing up my arms.
I wanted her. I wanted her body so fucking bad.
I wanted her heart more.
I needed her to know her being here, telling me she was still in love with me, mattered more than anything.
I pulled away, smiling as I tucked a loose hair behind her ear. I hoped she could see the adoration shining through my eyes. The wonderment that she’d come back to me.
I took another deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent as I rubbed her back.
The two of us falling peacefully to sleep, secure in the love we’d managed to save, and my last thought was: I was so damn hopeful for what the rest of my life looked like.
Macie + Booker
My phone woke me. The sound of my text alert making my heart immediately start to race. Booker did that to me, his messages and constant devotion over the last couple of months conditioned me to respond to my cell like that dog with a bell.
Booker. I was in his bed, and he was sleeping behind me. I could feel his body pressed against mine, his hand thrown over my hip.
I closed my eyes again, giving myself a moment to relish in the reality that he was home, he was safe, and he was mine once again.
He’d hurt me, so damn badly. And then, he’d healed me.
He’d put me back together, winding our love story through my wounds like stitches.
My phone chimed again, relentlessly seeking my attention.
