“Lane?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Dinner cruise.”
“Done.” My mouth has barely formed the word when it’s crushing hers, and she sinks deeper into mine, both of us reveling in the sheer bliss of this moment without worrying or wondering about the moments to follow. Because she knows now. We both do. It’s safe to have faith in what we’ve found here. It’s real. And it’s going to last. And there will always be another kiss. Another touch. Another ‘I love you’ to follow the last. Because the best part of falling, is doing it over and over and over again.
And so we do.
Every day.
As often as we can.