Page 68 of His Sound
I lie there, hugging my knees to my chest and feeling a little shell-shocked. When he comes back and settles down next me again, I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my head under his chin. He folds himself around me like a fortress. We breathe each other in.
“Come home with me.”
I’m about to lift my head in question when he clarifies himself.
“Come with me to Trois-Rivières. I have to go back next week. I want you there.”
“You want me to meet your family?”
“Yes.” He holds me tighter. “I want you to know me, all of me, and I want to know all of you.”
I know how scared that makes him; I know because it scares me too, but if he can be brave enough to ask, I can be brave enough to answer.
“I want that too, JP,” I tell him. “I want that so much. Of course I’ll go with you.”
