So I became a woman in a man’s world.
Turns out I had bigger balls than a lot of the men.”
“The sky is filled with stars,” I whispered.
Braeden tucked the blankets around us and pulled me into his chest. “They’re our stars, Blondie.”
I leaned back into him and sighed. “I like that.”
“Everything seems easier for us when we’re under the stars. Ever notice that?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“You know why?” His voice was a mere rumble against my ear. I felt his breath with every syllable he spoke, like my personal lullaby.
“Why?” I snuggled in closer to him, and his arm tightened around my waist.
“Because the stars don’t have rules. Anything goes out here beneath them. There is no right or wrong. They twinkle and shine no matter what. The stars see everything, baby. They see us for exactly who we are.”
“You’re not strong enough to withstand the storm.”
Today I whispered in the Devil’s ear,
“I am the storm.”
Jules just looked at him for several long seconds. “That might be truly the most offensive thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I cleared my throat softly even though a doctor had come in and so everyone had turned to him. “Your family is here.”
“Don’t care, can’t feel anything unless you’re touching me.”
That comment again, from before. “When you’re better, you’ll tell me what that means.”
“Tell you now.” He took a breath. “Other people touch me, it’s like nothing. When you do it, it’s like electric current on my skin, and it goes right to my heart and other places.”
“You asked.” He smiled wickedly; the sarcasm had not been lost on him.”