CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Peter and Sarah walk to the classroom in a comfortable silence. As long as no one is near, they hold hands. The butterflies, from when they first fled, flood their way back into Sarah's stomach. She can't stop grinning to herself as she matches his stride step for step. This giddiness that washes over her is a euphoria she has never felt before. Even during her moment with Aengus, he never made her feel as though nothing in the world could shake the love they have for each other.
Everything about it emits perfection.
Unmovable.
Unbreakable.
Perfection.
Peter squeezes her hand in his, hiding his excitement behind a calm façade. Even though she kissed Aengus. Even though he was with Moria. And even though they fought over it all, he still loves her more than anything.
