Page 137 of Reaching Avery
I was nearly asleep when he nuzzled his face into my neck.
“Mav?” he asked in an unsteady tone. “Make me feel something. Please.”
My heart ached because I knew what he was fighting in that exact moment. The numbness that pulled him from his body. Gently, I lay him on his back before kissing up his chest, the side of his neck, and to his lips.
And then I made love to him like I never had before.
When we were coming down from our high, I pressed my forehead to his and just held him in my arms like he was the most precious thing in my world.
Because he was.
“Thank you,” he whispered, running his hand up and down my spine. As he touched the sensitive skin of my lower back, I got goosebumps. “I love you so much, big guy.”
“I love you too,” I said before kissing his temple.
Sometimes it wasn’t always your first love that meant the most, but the one that came afterward. The one who picked up the broken pieces of your heart and put them back together, showing you not only how to love again… but how to truly live.
