“Oh, I know you are,” she says, sealing my words with her lips.
Her taste is in my mouth, and she’s in my arms again: everything seems to make sense, in a ridiculous kind of way. And I know that I was right.
She pulls away from me and speaks into my lips.
“You really did it.”
“What?”
“You made me fall in love with you.”
“Seriously?” I ask, incredulous. I have no idea how this woman could love someone like me.
“And I’d take a chance on you any day, Ryan O’Connor.”
Then Christine saves me with her breaths, with her kindness. With her love.
I know that this time I’m in the right place. I’m going in the right direction, perfectly on time, heading to the only place I want to be.
