I have put on some fluffy socks and leggings and curled up on Adam’s bed. He moves in next to me and pulls me to him, my head on his chest.
“I like this.” I say. I want him to know I’m not pulling away from him based on things unfolding.
“I like that you like this.” I remember his earlier declaration in front of my father. He is so brave and sure of himself. I snuggle deeper, wanting to just stay with him like this. I know I haven’t said it back to him, but I know if I do, it’s the start of something I’m scared will deter me from my dreams. I do know that I want to be with him for as long as he’ll have me, but I made promises, to myself and to Michael.
“How are we going to do this?”
“Like I said. We’ll see one another on holidays, birthdays and when I just can’t stay away anym
