She bursts into tears. “You asshole! I hate you! I hate you!”
“I know, baby,” I say, chuckling and holding her tight. “You hate my bloody guts. Except you don’t. You’re crazy about me. You’re so in love with me, you cried because I’m alive.”
Sobbing into my shoulder, she pounds a fist on my chest.
I whisper into her ear, “Sweet girl. My fierce little lion queen. Give me your mouth.”
She sniffles and whimpers as I kiss her, clinging to me like she’ll never let go.
I’ve never been happier in my entire life than right now, in this moment.
Until she pushes me away, that is.
She turns and walks away with her hands on her head, growling in aggravation.
I watch her walk slow circles around the room, inhaling deep breaths, then blowing them out slowly. She wipes her cheeks with shaking han
