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 night, they faded away. Together we could push the boundaries that when separate were too much for either of us to handle.