Without Merit

I reach for my phone and roll onto my back. I open Google Maps and type in the coordinates, 33°08'16.8"N, 95°36'04.4"W. When the location pops up on my phone, I stare at it. I zoom in. I stare at it some more. “But . . . I’m confused. The other day you said those coordinates are where you were born.”

Sagan lifts up onto his elbow and takes my phone out of my hands, setting it on the bed beside my head. He’s leaning over me when he says, “That’s not what I said. You asked me if it was where I was born and I said, ‘Close to it.’?”

“You said you were born in Kansas. Those coordinates lead to our town square where you kissed me. In Texas. That’s nowhere close to where you were born.”

“Exactly,” he says, brushing the hair from my forehead. “It’s not where I was born. It’s where you buried me.”

I stare at him in quiet shock for a moment. I try to hide my smile, but it’s hard when he’s smiling right back at me. “That kiss was tattoo-worthy to you?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t get the tattoo because it was where I kissed you for the first time. I got it because it’s where I met you.” He slips a hand behind my neck and then slowly lowers his mouth to mine. “But the kiss was nice, wasn’t it?” he whispers.

Our mouths connect, and it’s soft and delicate. It’s not accidental, like our first kiss, it’s not deceiving, like our second, and it’s not frantic, like our third. This kiss is the first genuine kiss we’ve shared, and I want to drag it out for as long as I can. His lips move over mine with patience, and I love the patience in this kiss more than anything else. It means we both know there will be many more that follow.

He rolls on top of me, and as soon as we get in the most perfect position I’ve ever been in while kissing him, my phone rings. Sagan laughs against my mouth and reluctantly pulls away. I pick up my phone and see that it’s Honor. I debate not answering it, but I’m actually a little excited she’s calling me. We never talk on the phone, so it’s just more proof that maybe things really have changed between us.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” she says. “Dad just got home. Better get your ass back over here.”

I hang up and press a quick kiss to Sagan’s mouth. “Dad’s back, gotta go.”

He wraps a tight arm around me and pulls me to him, giving me another quick kiss before he shoves me away. “See you at dinner, Mer.”

I smile and run back home.

Home.

This is the first time I’ve ever referred to Dollar Voss as home.

THE END.