I knew he wanted that
Yes, I’m yours,
from me and I didn’t give it to him. But he didn’t seem angry right now, “Mmm, maybe 90ish.” I said and he let out a little laugh.
“Progress,” he murmured, “Huge progress.”
I heard a flock of birds overhead and as they flew over the barn and the expanse of the property and I sighed, “It’s lovely here.”
“I love it here,” he said, “I needed to feel like you were safe. Home wasn’t safe. Here feels better.”
I turned over so that I was facing him and put my arms around him and nuzzled into his chest. His bruises were fading. He looked down at me happily. I felt safe there, then, in his arms, which was the strangest thing because I’d probably never known actual true danger before I’d met him. I traced his tattoo with my finger and enjoyed the feel of a
