"I'm struggling with that a little. It's become important so quickly. Maybe too quickly. I keep thinking it's too good to be true."
Turning, he faced me. "Maybe it is. If so, we deserve it."
I went to him and let him pull me into his arms. It was where I wanted to be more than anywhere else.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. "I can't stand the thought that you're waiting for this to end. That's what you're doing, isn't it? That's what you sound like."
"I'm sorry."
"We just have to make you feel secure." He ran his fingers through my hair. "How do we do that?"
I hesitated a moment, then went for it. "Would you go to couples therapy with me?"
The stroking of his fingers paused. He stood silently for a moment, breathing deeply.
"Just think about it," I suggested. "Maybe look into it, see what it's about."
"Am I doing this wrong? You and me? Am I fucking it up that much?"
