I clean up and lift her into my bed, offer her water and caresses.
She curls into me and I wrap my body around her protectively. She brings out every ounce of hero I have in me, all directed at her.
“Move in with me,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
She opens her eyes, and gives me a sleepy look. “Okay.”
A relieved laugh escapes my lips. “Okay? Really? I didn’t ask too soon?”
“Oh, you asked way too soon, but I don’t care. I’m ready to let you take care of me.”
My chest squeezes so tight I can’t breathe. “Yeah?” I choke out.
She rakes her fingernails over my chest, traces the lines of my tattoos. “As long as you let me rescue you, too, sometimes.”
“Every day,” I say gruffly. “You rescue me every fucking day I get to see you.” I bring my mouth down on hers, kissing and sucking her pouty lips until I’m sure she knows who I belong to. It’s her, all the way.
Only her.
The End