Chapter 31: Violet

The entire time we sit in Rickets' class, Sam has my fingers ensconced in his own as if for safekeeping. As if I might disappear if he relinquishes his hold for even a split-second. There's never a moment when he isn't toying with them or stroking his thumb against the sensitive flesh of my palm. It would be distracting if it weren't so cute.

It's been over a week since the night at O'Brien's. I have to say, it's been pretty amazing. I keep waiting for the bottom to fall out. I keep expecting to feel itchy or antsy or whatever-it-is-I-start-to-feel before I decide to cut and run.

That has yet to happen.

My state of happiness is disconcerting. Almost as if everything is right in the world. I'm flooded with an overall feeling of wellbeing, which is scary.

I've never felt this kind of contentment course through me. Certainly not over a guy. It's odd how such a subtle shift in our relationship has made me feel complete. Unexpectedly settled in a way I couldn't have dreamed p