Page 149 of The Two Week Roommate

Suddenly there are voices again and Andi’s not talking quietly, so I press my mouth to hers. She makes a noise but slides her tongue into my mouth, and then her body’s pressed even harder against mine and everything is her.

She feels like going somewhere I’ve never been and realizing that it’s home. Andi’s been part of me for longer than I can remember, a sliver of sunshine and quicksilver lodged so close to my heart I wouldn’t survive pulling it out. She’s made me brave, always; she showed me the path that led me back to her.

I’d choose it, again and again. Whatever it took, I’d always come home to her.

The voices fade, and after a bit we pull away.

“We should probably head back,” she says, voice low and secret, just for me.

I kiss her on the forehead because I can.

“I know the way,” I tell her, and we walk off, hand in hand.

The End