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Touched down.

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Quick trip.

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There were days that just felt different. Days that made Forrest stop and breathe a little deeper, like his lungs could finally fill all the way. This was one of them.

He’d woken up early, sunlight just barely creeping through the curtains, Anissa still tangled in the sheets, one leg kicked out, her lips parted in sleep. Peaceful. Beautiful in a way that made his chest ache. He let her sleep while he made breakfast, careful not to burn the bacon because she liked it crisp but not “chip-your-tooth crispy.” Her words, not his.

By the time she wandered into the kitchen in one of his old shirts, eyes still half-shut, he was already plating her eggs and toast, coffee ready just the way she liked it. She gave him a sleepy little smile and he knew then, the day was already perfect.

The ATV ride to the pond was bumpy and loud and filled with her laughter… his favorite sound. When they got there, she spread out a blanket and laid back with her book while he cast his line, occasionally glancing over at her legs stretched out in the sun, her sunglasses perched on her nose. Every once in a while, she’d read a line out loud and then laugh to herself, and he’d pretend to grumble about how she was scaring off the fish.

When he finally caught one, he made a dramatic show of reeling it in, hollering like he’d just found gold. Anissa scrambled up, curious, and he grinned as he held it out toward her. “Touch it,” he teased, “come on, baby, you gotta earn your country stripes.”

“Hell no!” she’d squealed, backing up, which only made him laugh harder. She’d flipped him off with a smirk, then blew him a kiss before lying back down, muttering something about being too pretty for fish guts.

But that was the thing — she was. She was all soft city edges and stubborn grace, and yet, she never flinched when it came to living out here with him. She embraced the quiet, the dirt, the stars. She kept her heels next to muddy boots on the porch and made both look good. She was herself, fully, but she’d made space for this life. For him.

They rode around the property all afternoon, trails winding through trees, sunlight flickering through the branches, his hand occasionally reaching over to touch her knee, or tuck her hair behind her ear. By the time they made it back to the house, the sky was dusky pink, painting everything in golden light.

The first thing they did was head to the bathroom. Her bathroom, really, the spa-style one she insisted on when they upgraded the place. He’d teased her for it, but damn if he didn’t thank her for it now. The rain shower poured over them, their bodies close and slick, touches turning slower, deeper, like they were washing the whole world away. Her laughter echoed off the tile, and it felt like it soaked into his bones. She stopped laughing once he was inside of her, conjoining their sore bodies in the most beautiful way possible.

Afterwards, still damp and warm, she pulled on a dress and he threw on jeans and a t-shirt. He brushed her hair off her shoulder just so he could kiss her neck. “Let’s go get a drink,” she said, and he would’ve followed her anywhere.

He helped her up into the truck like he always did, one hand at her back, the other brushing over her thigh once she was seated. When he climbed in beside her and pulled onto the road, his hand stayed there, warm and steady, resting on her skin like it belonged there. Like he did.

He glanced over at her, the city lights in the distance just starting to twinkle, her silhouette perfect and glowing against it. This wasn’t just the life he wanted. It was the one he didn’t know he needed. She healed things in him he didn’t even realize were broken. And damn, he was happy.

Happier than he’d ever been.

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Don’t text and drive.

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Clark Kent

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The only bad you’ve ever done was see the good in me.

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Coachella 🎡🌵

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Finallyyyyy.

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