I’m screaming his name, or sobbing it, I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m past caring about anything but him, but this, this whirlwind of thunder and lightning, of howling gales and scalding rain. This could be heaven or it could be hell, and when I realize it doesn’t matter as long as he’s with me, it finally shatters what’s left of the wall around my heart.
It all crumbles away. All my doubt. All my fear. All my stupid excuses.
I do belong to this man, no matter how much I might try to deny it, no matter how much my rational mind might scoff. No matter how crazy it is. How impossible.
I’m his.
Then he’s laughing. Loudly, with his head thrown back, a wild, crazy laugh like he just broke out of prison.
“Yes, you are,” he says, still laughing, which is when I realize I’ve said it aloud
