Together

Chance

Lilly and I prepared breakfast together. Every so often, I’d catch her pensive look on me as if she debated whether she could trust me or not.

I couldn’t fucking blame her, but I meant what I said. It was her and her girls I wanted in my life. Nothing else mattered. She opened up, a tiny bit, but I wanted more. I’d protect her against anyone and anything. I half debated telling her I knew there was more to the story than her husband’s cheating, but if I pushed too hard and too fast, she’d shut down.

I almost lost her. The thought of it had a cold sweat drifting down my back. The idea of life without her stole my fucking breath and turned my blood to ice. I destroyed every goddamn piece of furniture on my floor. It was time to re-decorate anyhow.

After I found her safe and sound last night, I expected her to demand I move her to another department and never talk to her again. I’d do it, just to make her happy. Even despite a feeling in my chest that suffocated me every time I th