This morning, Finley ran his fingers down my arm. Gently. And I looked at his eyes and mentally swore at Mattie Gokey (from A Northern Light) for stealing the "his eyes were the exact color of Amber--not honey, like I'd originally thought, but Amber" bit. And then I turned back and closed my eyes and felt warmth. Looked at Agador Spartacus, the dog we're watching for the weekend here.
And he said, "How did I get so lucky, Payton? How does this happen, getting to hold you like this? Why can't people appreciate..."
His voice gave a buckle and he stopped.
And I said, "I'm the lucky one, Finley. I'm the lucky one......" I nuzzled his chest. "And I love you. So, so much, I love you...."
And my voice buckled, too.
And then there was silence,
and he held me tighter,
and the world was quiet in the wake of love
at least until he left for work.
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