Chapter 26

He grins at me, fingers tangling in my hair, and I giggle through my tears, leaning against him again. He can always make me laugh, despite everything, despite the sheer deep emotion of what we’re doing and saying. Here we are, smiling.

“They’re happy tears,” I sniff back with waves of emotion, trying to regain some composure. Digging in my purse for tissues, I find nothing to stop the rivulets of mascara pouring down my cheeks.

“Should I be crying too, then?” he smiles, wiping my cheek with his thumb, trying to dry my face with his jacket sleeve to dab the worst away. He’s caging me against the wall with one of his arms, lowering his face to stay close to me.

“I don’t think I want to see you cry,” I smile up at him feebly through watery eyes, experiencing a rush of warmth as he delivers another soft kiss to my mouth. I could let him do this for an eternity and never tire of it.

“Good. I’m not much of a crier, and you’re doing a grand enough job for the both