The Brightest Night

I’m not trying to be difficult.”
“I know.”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings on purpose.”

“There is humor in everything.” His gaze caught mine. “If we forget that, we lose everything.”

“I’d apologize, but that would insinuate that I cared.”

“Well, they do say the road to hell is paved with good intentions,”

“You kissed me.”
“Your lips were begging mine.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I said, eyes still closed. “Does it?”
“No.” He slid his hand over my hip. “It sounds like all the best dreams coming true.”

“Wouldn’t trade a damn second of this for anything.”

Like this moment could freeze for eternity and it wouldn’t be long enough. Like this second couldn’t possibly pass fast enough and when it did it was still too slow.

Eyes heavy-hooded, he shook his head. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“That’s where you’re so wrong.” His hands flexed, but stayed at my hips. “You’re giving me everything I’ve ever wanted or needed. You always have.”