"No one can promise they'll be healthy forever."
"Yeah, but—"
"No, but. I know you won't. I know you, Kit."
He looks at me strangely, like he's not sure what to think or say.
He's still drifting off somewhere.
I don't like it.
I need him back.
Slowly, I undo the buttons of my top and I push it off my shoulders. "Maybe you're right and you're going to slip in five years."
His gaze fixes on my hands.
I have him right where I want him. I take a deep breath and reach around my back to unhook my bra.
Slowly, I shift it off my shoulders. "If you do, and we're still together, then you're on your own."
He arches a brow. "You're going to leave me at my lowest point?"
"I'll give you one chance. Then that's it."
He gives me a long once over, like he's considering my offer. I'm not sure if I mean it. God knows I'm stubborn enough to insist my way or the highway.
But I am caring and loyal. It took me months to see what was right in front of my face with Rory. It's possible I'd take forever to figure it out, that I'd be too invested to leave.
Or that leaving would destroy me.
I stare back into Kit's eyes. None of that matters. Maybe I'm stupid or naive, but I believe in Kit. I have no idea what it feels like to have your life spiral that far out of control, but I know the person he is now.
And he's strong enough to ask for help if he needs it.
"We might die tomorrow," I slide my panties to my knees. "Does that mean we shouldn't enjoy today?"
"No..."
"Come shower with me." I take a step backwards.
He raises a brow. "Because we might die tomorrow?"
"Do you really need a reason to get naked with me?"
"No."
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"Then come with me."
His eyes stay fixed on mine as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them to his hips.
And that's Kit, all of him.
But there's still a part of him that's off some place. Even as he follows me into the bathroom.
I move close enough to the shower to turn the water on. The first burst is freezing. It warms slowly.