Page 106 of Her Paramedic
“Or,” Talia started as she looked at the neon number of the clock on the nightstand. It didn’t take long for the day to roll into the next as midnight greeted them.
“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest.
“I love you, baby,” he responded.
Talia was taking his request seriously. She hadn’t gone a day without telling him she loved him, and she didn’t plan on it. Telling him went hand in hand with showing him, and she would give as much as he did to her. In their relationship, where she didn’t have to ask him for anything, because it seemed he always knew what she wanted, what she needed, it made her want to give him even more. Her efforts were always reciprocated. With him, she never had to settle for less.
After so many relationships where she and her partner had been on different pages, and where she’d jumped headfirst only to crash into the concrete of indecisiveness and different goals, she stopped believing she would find what she was looking for.
But she was glad Zuri chose that particular bar that October night. That she’d met Slate then because it didn’t matter how many times she jumped, he always caught her. He was right there letting her know that he’d give her everything she wanted, everything she’d been searching for.
Talia wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the stars aligning that night, putting them in the same vicinity and prompting him to approach her again after she hadn’t contacted him the first time, but she was glad he did. She was glad that whatever deity was looking out for her pushed her to throw caution to the wind when she’d thought she wanted to go slow, to be his friend.
She would forever think of it as kismet that when she needed to be repaired and cherished, the universe sent her the perfect person to do it. Talia would trust him with every part of her. Her very own paramedic.Hers,and she had no intentions of ever letting him go.
