“It was wonderful,” she said.
I relaxed as she continued to run her hand over my jaw.
“You’d do it again?” I asked.
“Definitely.”
I rolled to my back and held Lia against my chest. For a long time, I just felt her skin against mine in the warmth of the room and wondered how, after everything I’d done, I still managed to end up with the girl. In some ways, it didn’t seem to be universally fair, but I wasn’t going to point that out to God or anything.
Maybe He finally decided He owed me a little peace.
I was still pissed at Him, though.
So here I would stay.
Lia at my side.
God willing, we’d remain otherwise unharmed.