The Feelings Cut Too Deep For Them

Cam Held Her Closer. "marry Me, Amelia. You're What I Want. You're My Fate." One Hand Slid To The Back Of Her Head, Gripping The Braids And Ribbons To Keep Her Mouth Upturned. "say Yes." He Nibbled At Her Lips, Licked At Them, Opened Them. He Kissed Her Until She Writhed In His Arms, Her Pulse Racing. "say It, Amelia, And Save Me From Ever Having To Spend A Night With Another Woman. I'll Sleep Indoors. I'll Get A Haircut. God Help Me, I Think I'd Even Carry A Pocket Watch If It Pleased You.

As We Talked, I Had The Sense Of Uncovering Something Precious And Long-buried, Fully Formed. Our Conversation Was A Process Of Removing Layers, Some Of Them Easily Dusted Away. Other Layers, Requiring Chisels Or Axes, Were Left Alone For Now. We Revealed As Much As We Dared About What Had Happened During The Years That Separated Us. But It Wasn't What I Had Expected, Being With Hardy Again. There Was Something In Me That Remained Stubbornly Locked Away, As If I Were Afraid To Let Out The Emotion I Had Harbored For So Long.

I Rarely Dislike People For Things They Can't Change, They Usually Give Me Sufficient Cause To Dislike Them For Other Reasons.

It's Like Your Whole Life You 've Been Falling Toward The Earth, Until The Moment Someone Catches You. And You Realise That Somehow You 've Caught Her At The Same Time. And Together, Instead Of Falling, You Might Be Able To Fly.

I Think At This Point, Safety Isn't A Feeling, It's A Process. Starting With Trust.