She went
still.
“Every relationship I tried,” he said. “Every time someone asked me why things didn’t stick. My uncle used to say I was still comparing everyone to a girl in a blue dress.”
“Tyler.”
“He wasn’t wrong.”
He reached up and wiped the last of the tears from her cheek.
“You saved me before you came back. You did that in one night. You did it by choosing me out loud when I had almost forgotten what it felt like to matter to anyone.”
She looked at him for a long moment. Her mouth was not entirely steady.
He leaned in and kissed her.
Soft. No urgency to it. The way you do something that has been building for a very long time and you are finally in the same room as the person it belongs to.
She went still for one full second.
Then she kissed him back.
