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My heart aches with the thought of those damn papers.
“What?” she asks, stepping forward, all too familiar with my nonverbal expressions. “Talk to me, Adam. We were always good at talking. At least from what I remember.”
“I feel like I’m stuck on a tightrope a hundred feet up in the air with a lion on one end and an alligator on the other. There’s no escaping the pain, I just have to decide if I want to die by being shredded alive or swallowed whole. Because the thought of putting my heart out there again is just as excruciating as letting you slip out of my grasp again.”
She places her hand on my chest and steps closer until I smell the scent of her shampoo. “I’m scared too. What if I’m not the girl you fell in love with? I know I’m different. I see it in people’s expressions when I don’t do what they expect me to. Maybe I’m not the Lucy you love anymore.”
“What if your memory comes back and you decide I’m not what you want? That we did marry too young and you want to leave and go live your life?”
“Or what if you can’t stand my annoying new traits or are unable to deal with the fact I won’t ever remember everything? There’re a million what-ifs. I wish there wasn’t, but we can’t ignore them.”
I cover her hand with mine. “It was so easy the first time around.”
“Maybe that’s the problem.” She looks at me, searching my face with her big blue eyes. “I’m all in if you are. I’ll put my fears aside because you’re that important to me. But I understand if you can’t. There’ll be no hard feelings and I’ll sign the papers. But I’m struggling with this middle road we’ve found ourselves on. I just need to know.”
She rises up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek, pausing with her lips there for a moment, then turns back toward the blanket. I grab her wrist before her hand slips off my chest.
She stops but doesn’t turn around. “Please, only if you honestly mean it.” The hiccup in her voice tells me she’s about to cry.
I tug her toward me, and my hand cradles her cheek, my thumb brushing a tear away. “I want to fight for us.”
“What are you saying?” she asks, her eyes heavy with love and lust.
“I’m in. You’ve always been mine, Lucy Greene. I’ve fought for you my entire life and I’m not giving up on us yet.”
Her hand covers mine and she squeezes. Then I get to do what I’ve wanted to since she returned. I bend my neck and place my lips on hers.
Home at fucking last.
