“Sometimes,” I whisper, “I wish we were different people. That we’d been born into another life. That we didn’t have to fight so hard just to have each other.” He simply nods, bringing one of my hands up to his mouth and kissing the back of it so slowly, so tenderly, I feel like I might break in two. “It’s worth it, though,” I add, my skin burning pleasantly where his lips have touched.”
