Taste Me Like It's Our Last Day On Earth
"Just for tonight. Let yourself have this. It's allowed."
I let myself have it. No bracing, no waiting for the floor to drop out from under me. Just the plain, uncomplicated pleasure of a good day that stayed good all the way to the end.
Across the lobby, briefcase in hand, Octavia watches us cross toward the doors. Not hostile, exactly. Calculating, the way she always is now.... filing something away, the way she always does.
I don't let it touch the evening. Not tonight.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I got to just be good at something, in front of everyone, without anyone finding a way to make it small.