Page 381 of Breaking the Rules
Runs her fingers over the lyrics above my hip.
Then over the sobriety chip on my other hip—the one that marked two years clean.
Fuck, it's still hard to believe.
I've been sober for two years. Almost three.
She's been mine for nearly as long.
It was weird, at first, when we announced our relationship to our friends.
Most of them knew. Or suspected.
A few got overly involved.
Asked about us constantly. Offered unnecessary advice. Generally failed to mind their own business.
At first, it annoyed me.
But the more it went on, the more it felt like love.
I've always had a family. But this is the first time I've really felt it.
Chase and I aren't best friends, but we're okay.
I know he's going to be there.
As long as I devote myself to sobriety, as long as I keep trying, he'll be there.
Everyone will.
I see it all the time now.
There's so much love in my life.
Just Emma would be enough.
But this—
Fuck.
"You're going off someplace again." Her words dissolve in the running water.
She looks so fucking delicious sopping wet.
I'm tempted to have her again.
But this first. "Thinking about how much I love you."
"You are not."
I nodam too.
She shakes her headare not.
I nod back. "Thinking about how lucky I am."
"Yeah?"
