Victor heaves a huge sigh of relief, running a hand down his face, and I can feel the reprieve running through his body. I beam at him, scootching closer, glad to be able to see and feel the tension leaving him.
It’s real. It’s all real.
I mean, we knew that it was. That’s what we’ve figured out here in the woods, in the past few days together. That despite the label that the world had put on his and Amelia’s relationship, and despite the fact that our connection didn’t have the same kind of label – at least, until now – that what we had was real, and true, and important.
So, it doesn’t really matter that it has a name. Not truly. We don’t need it.
But damn, is it nice to have a word to put to this incredible thing between us.
Victor opens his eyes and looks evenly at the woman, who
