A long time later they lay in her bed, limbs tangled, breathing hard. She was tracing his biceps with her fingertips, a smile on his lips. Yes, she loved this man, more than anything. Their start had been rocky at best, but they had forever ahead of them.
“You know, if we can make it through all of this, I think we can make it through anything,” she said.
“I agree.”
“Just as long as we’re honest, from now on.”
“In the interest of honesty then,” he said, “may I say, I think your breasts have gotten larger. I like it.”
“Wow. Romantic.”
“Maybe not. But honest.”
“Appreciated.”
Suddenly, she flashed back to that evening they’d eaten pizza in a fancy hotel in Cannes. When he’d talked about happy endings. “You got your happy ending,” she whispered.
He kissed her on the cheek and she could have sworn he left a teardrop behind. “It’s not over yet.”
“No,” she said, snuggling closer. “It’s not. And thank God for that.”
“Yes. I get a whole lifetime with you. With ups and downs, with every emotion. But it will be with you.”
She kissed his forearm and held his arms more tightly to her. “That’s much better than any old happy ending.”
He sighed, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “I agree, agape. I agree.”