Status: Don't expect a resolution; it's not going to happen.
Cheat
IT'S A BAD RELIGION
“Do you think we’ll be married someday?” I asked Reed as we lay in his bed, fingers intertwined in an indistinguishable muddle of appendages. My head lay on his chest like a pillow made just for me, brown hair sprawled across his sun-kissed skin, my body fitting his perfectly into the curve of his arm.
He hummed softly, the vibrato of his vocal cords resonating right in my core. “I would marry you right now if I could, Cath,” he replied after a moment, the thoughtful tone of his voice causing my heart to stop beating entirely. He would marry me right then if he could.
We were a constant slur of lips and promises, but I swear to God Reed Owen was the first and the last man I ever knew how to love. He was the first and the last man to ever know how I was.
He hummed softly, the vibrato of his vocal cords resonating right in my core. “I would marry you right now if I could, Cath,” he replied after a moment, the thoughtful tone of his voice causing my heart to stop beating entirely. He would marry me right then if he could.
We were a constant slur of lips and promises, but I swear to God Reed Owen was the first and the last man I ever knew how to love. He was the first and the last man to ever know how I was.