Page 109 of Just Enough

He looked amused as he pulled me into his arms. “This is worth coming to tell me.”

I shook my head, wanting to cry again. “I would have never tried by myself if it weren’t for you. Benjamin, you’re my inspiration, my motivation. Without you, I would have had no push to even try writing even when I enjoyed to.”

“You would have,” he said without hesitancy. “It might have taken you a decade longer to realize and get there on your own, but you would have still gotten there.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m just so damn glad that I get to be a part of your life, whether it be the real or fictional world you created.”

“You’re exactly the person I want to celebrate every high and low part of life with.”

“Are you crying again?” he asked. When he tried to pull my arms away, I clung tighter to him, wiping my tears across his shirt as I soaked in the warmth of his chest against my cheek. “Are you sure I haven’t done the deed right yet? Are you pregnant, babe?”

I laughed. “Could we get lucky twice in one day?”

He slid his hand up my leg and cupped my ass. “I feel like we’ll be getting lucky thrice today.” I snorted. “But hide somewhere, you’re distracting me from work.”

“Hurry,” I urged him.

He turned away from me and swaggered toward his desk, picking up his phone. “We have the rest of our lives, what’s the rush?”

I smiled freely. “Every second counts.”

“That, it does.”

The End

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