Butterfly by Nelle L’Amour

CHAPTER 45

Roman

Ispoon her in my arms, her warm, lithe body against mine. She’s sleeping soundly.

Tonight, I emerged from a dark chrysalis.

I went flying. With my beautiful butterfly. Soaring into the stratosphere.

She set my soul free. Gave it wings.

I kiss Sofi’s hair, inhaling its fragrant essence.

I love her so much.

So fucking much. But I’ve yet to tell her.

Against her neck, I whisper those three little words:

“I love you.”

She stirs, and I’m not sure if she’s heard them or not.

Then, she smiles.

Under Ava’s approving gaze, I draw her closer to me and close my eyes.