I have shut everything out as soon as that first kiss happened. Being with Malia again after all these years has done something to me that I only realized once I made love to her. Made love. Shit. I'm being dramatic. But it's the truth. It made me feel complete. It was as if something clicked into place. It's more than just the sex, though fuck me if it wasn't the best sex I've ever had. The weight in my chest that I've been carrying since that dreadful day seven years ago finally left, in its place is a light that has begun to encapsulate my blackened heart.
This is where I belong, right here, next to her, holding her close to me–after I fucked her again in the shower. I can totally get used to this.
We're both fully clothed now. The weather tonight is quite chilly.
"You said you didn't do cuddles." Malia pokes me in the rib, her head laid on my shoulder and her leg over mine while I have my arm around her.
