58 Back in reverse.

Lance. 

We finally had a moment.

I am finally in his arms again. I didn't even realise how much I missed him until he wrapped me in for a kiss. I hate being withdrawn from him. it a punishment I don't like to face. 

Ever.

We are lying down next to each other, naked with heavy breaths. Sex with Ford is always amazing. He looks at me with lazy eyes as I reach for his face, resting my thumb on his cheek. 

''I am sorry about earlier,'' he apologises again. 

I smile because all is forgiven and forgotten. The fact that we are here together in this bed means that he is fine. There is nothing wrong with him—at least for this moment. 

Deep down, I know eventually, he will have to talk about everything but I don't intend to rush him. I look at Ford and I know we have the rest of our lives to figure everything out. 

''We're fine,'' I lean forward for a kiss.