Alexandria

Nox squeezed my hand as we rode toward the airport. The corner of his lips quirked upward and his light blue eyes shone. Beside me was the man I loved more than I ever thought possible. I'd trusted him with my hard limits and last night, in a small diagnostic-imaging room, he'd trusted me with his.

Maybe it wasn't that together we hadn't discovered my hard limits; maybe instead, it was that as long as he was the one with me, they didn't exist. Or like last ...