Now open your eyes

The show had barely started, and I glanced over at him. “What’s so fu

“Déjà vu.” Ollie lifted his head and his eyes landed on mine, his smile infectious. “Back in the states, your dad, Bruce, told me a time when it was just him, your mom, and you. It’s the weirdest coincidence …” he shook his head and pulled me closer until my head rested against his chest. “This moment with you, Mia. I’m the happiest man alive, and I don’t want you to fall asleep without knowing that.”

He never did tell me the story, and I’d made a mental note to ask him about it another day. We spent the rest of the stormy night tangled up in one another, slow hands roaming, and the pitter-patter of rain competing against the laptop and our light breaths and heavy moans.