We don’t use the walls anymore.In fact, Ivan climbs into bed, and opens his arms, “Come Izzy,” and I would crawl into his open arms, and that’s where I go to sleep, where has become my new normal.I don’t point out that this is going beyond what we usually do, as friends with benefits, or whatever the hell we are now. I like it.Tonight, Ivan is holding something in his hands, a velvet box. “Come look at this Izzy.”I crawl up his body, like always, like second nature, or maybe first nature now, since I can’t go to sleep if I climb into bed first without him, I need to see him beacon to me, and say the words, “Come Izzy.”“What’s that?” eyes on the velvet box, he makes space for me so that I’m resting against his chest, feeling his heart beating under my skin. “Open it.”It’s a necklace. With the sea glass we bought during our honeymoon as the pendant. “You can’t wear it around your wrist, so I had it made into a necklace instead.” he explains, fingers going around his neck, f
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