C
astor stroked Jozette’s back as they held onto each other through the night. Words seemed superfluous in the face of such passion, but she had to speak. Needed him to hear the words she felt to her very soul.
“Castor?”
“Yes, love?” he murmured.
“I wanted you to know that no matter what, you are the only man I will ever love in my entire life.”
“I better be, darling,” he said, sounding amused. “Otherwise, I shall have to read more law books to keep myself out of jail for murder,” he joked.
“Ha ha. Very funny. But I am serious, I mean, after you know,” she said, eyes filling with tears at the thought of him not being there.
“Oh, fuck!” Castor sat up, taking her with him, and scaring the shit out of her in the process.
“What?”
“I forgot to tell you. I am not dying!”
“What? You’re not?!” She yelled, jumping on him, and sending them both crashing to the ground.
“Are you okay?” Castor asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Jozette, answer me? Are you hurt?”