Page 32 of Her Cure

Hayley shifted, lifting Deb’s hand and pressing it to her chest. Her heartbeat thudded steadily against Deb’s palm.

“I’m really happy,” Hayley whispered. “Like… stupidly happy. With you.”

Deb’s eyes stung. “Me too.”

They kissed softly, sleepily.

And as the candle flickered out and Cory settled into a new position of maximum inconvenience, Deb thought:

Life is really, truly, impossibly good.

And it was.

And it would be.

For a long, long time.