Page 155 of These White Lies

For a moment, I let myself sink into the quiet and enjoy the peaceful contentment that has become my norm. The city glows outside our glass walls, and the tree sparkles nearby, making everything seem just a little bit more magical. Brady’s body heat presses steadily into mine, and my body relaxes into his.

I used to think safety was just another white lie people told themselves. A pretty story to make the world bearable. A foreign, unreliable idea.

Unattainable for me.

But sitting here, wrapped up in Brady’s arms, I know it’s real.

We aren’t perfect. We still bicker, sometimes by design, but since that usually leads to more enjoyable activities, neither of us minds.

Brady tilts his head, studying me. “What?”

“Nothing.” I smile faintly. “Just… everything.”

He presses his lips to my hairline. “Get used to it, Firefly.”

The End