Page 112 of Existential

“With you there.” I pull back enough to see his face. “I want to know why he did what he did.”

“Do you think reliving the moment is going to be a good thing?”

He has a point. “Not particularly. I don’t expect it to be easy, Hooch, but sometimes you just have to make the hard choices to find the good in a situation.”

He’s not convinced, given the dip to his brow, but then neither am I.

“Tomorrow,” he grumbles before kissing my forehead. “Right now, though, you rest.”

I settle back into his hold, my head fitting snugly against his chest as I close my eyes. He wraps me in promises, whispering things in my ear as I drift off that prove to me the distance between us is gone. He may have pushed me away, pushed me into leaving, but I guess in the end, it was the same push he needed to break down his walls and accept what he has around him.

A club who is his family, the support to get through the rough times, and people who love him, faults and all.

Including me.

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