We stepped into each other's arms. But instead of jumping on each other like monkeys, the gravity of what we'd just done sank in.
"We have the rest of our lives to do this," Rye said with wonder in his voice. "Just be together."
"It seems like a miracle, after everything that's happened." I rested my forehead on his chest. "I can hardly believe it."
We soaked in the simple glorious joy of the moment. I breathed in his scent, that uniquely Rye aroma that did things to me on a visceral level. Arousing, naughty things as well as comforting things. Rye would always be there for me. Solid as a rock. Occasionally I might bump into his stubborn side, but he wouldn't ever hide or lie or run.
"Hey, what do you say we get some air?" Rye's chest vibrated under my cheek. "Those wooden birds are st
