Page 33 of Say Something
It was surreal. Danny and I were married, and we owned a house. We were doing grown-up things, and despite my twenty-two years, I very much did not feel like a grown up. With Danny, I always felt like a teenage girl.
Young and wild and free.
He kissed my forehead, and I felt it all the way down to my toes. To his toes. To my toes that tangled with his toes. I hoped this feeling never went away.
I nestled deeper into his chest, burrowing into his warmth.
Safe.
Happy.
Loved.
Everything I ever wanted with the one man I’d always known would be my forever.
Before succumbing to sleep, my eyes zeroed in on the one thing I insisted we hang, even if we didn’t do anything else. A small wooden sign over the front door that read “and they lived happily ever after…”
