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I held her, watching her face, her mouth, and her body tics when she subbed out. It was a beautiful sight. When she blinked back into existence, the look in her eyes . . . I'd die happy knowing someone looked at melikethat.

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Brooklyn

After fucking me into subspace, deeper than I ever remember going before, I laid in his arms thinking how lucky I was to find him whenIdid.

One month ago, I woke up every morning wondering how I could make today a good day. How could I make sure the stuff in my life I loved would outweigh the stuff in my life I hated? It was a hard balance and took a lot ofenergy.

Today, I woke up happy. Everything I took on today would be seen through Harrison colored glasses. I knew in my heart the world was safe because I had Harrison in my life. Hewasmine.

When I came down from my high, he kissed me. He carried me into the bathroom because my limbs weren't working. He ran a shower for me and washed me with magnolia flavored soap. He wrapped me in the softest white terry cloth towel and carried me to the couch under the window. The warm sun shined down on me, and I felt covered in warmthandlove.

He kissed me once more and rubbed mycheek.

I studied his face and the way he looked at me—like he really saw me and liked what he saw. It wasagift.

"Close your eyes." I did as he asked. He knew best. "Rest a bit. I'll be here when youwakeup."

True to his word,he sat right in the same spot when my eyesflutteredopen.

"Hey,"Isaid.

"Hey,"hesaid.

"How long wasIout?"

"About an hour. Not long. You needyourrest."

"I have better reasons to be awake." I reached out and touchedhisface.

Hesmirked.

He'd shaved. His chest was bare, but he wore baggy graysweatpants.

I sat up; the bed was stripped and the kitchencleaned.

"You've been busy this morning." I ran my hand throughhishair.

Heturned.

"Multitasking," he said and smiled. He pulled my hand out of his hair and kissed it. His expression turned serious. "I want you to move inwithme."

I sat up, grimacing from the pain in my strainedmuscles.

He helped me sit up but remained on thefloor.

"I just want to keep an eye on you for a while." He caressed mycheek.

"I appreciate it. I really do, but I think I need to stay put. At least until the divorce isfinal."

"How long?" heasked.

"His lawyer is drafting the papers as we speak," Ianswered.

"You don't have a lawyer?" Harrisonfrowned.

"I signed a prenup. "It's pretty straightforward. Besides, I have everything I need right here." I reached for him. He tookmyhand.