Chapter 7

“You came all this way,” I whispered. I put my hand on his jaw. “I love you, too, Michael.”

“Yeah? After everything?”

“I…I haven’t been blameless. I could have been more understanding. More patient. I knew you were struggling. And I shouldn’t have gone to your office like that. Put you on the spot while you were working. That was really selfish of me. And I’m sorry. Coming here for Thanksgiving could definitely have waited for us to talk about it. When you were ready to do so.”

“You forgive me?”

“Yes. If you forgive me for being taxing. I never meant to drain you.”

Michael grimaced. “I really was an asshole to you. No wonder you left me. But, please, don’t leave me. Give me another chance. I swear I’ll never shut you out like that again. I want you with me. In my house.” Michael paused. “Our house.”

I leaned in and kissed him, deeply, thoroughly, trying to show all my love and hope and gratitude in that one kiss.