I'm Yours
I turned to him, the glow of the TV painting soft shadows across his face.
“I’ve never felt safe with anyone but you,” I said quietly. The words came out raw, honest. “Not since Mom and Dad died. You were the only one who made me feel like the world wasn’t going to swallow me whole.”
Noah went very still. His hand, which had been resting on the back of the couch behind me, tightened on the cushion. When he spoke, his voice was strained, like the words were being dragged out of him.
“I know, Kate,” he said. “I’ve always known.”