scotallison:

_{“Maybe you won’t be in my fear landscape anymore,” I murmur. He bends his head and kisses me slowly.}

_{“Then everyone can call you Six.”}

_{“Four and Six,” I say.}

_{We kiss again, and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine.}

_{We have each other memorized.}