WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!
"Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
It was Lucy’s favorite quote from Charlotte Bronte. Here laid the man who was quite literally created for her. The very idea of sharing a soul with such a beautiful person was a humbling gift. She repeated it over and over again in her head, giving new meaning to those words. The same head that was resting on Theo’s chest. She rose and fell gently with his deep, sleep-laden breaths. Every part of her body was sore from overuse yesterday, yet she was never so satisfied and grateful to the Goddess.
Sunlight began flooding in through the window shades. Lucy desperately tried to remain still so as not to wake Theo and soak in this moment. Lucy had no guesses how this day would proceed, but she feare
