Love & Decay, Episode 11 Read Online Free Page B

much for my own sanity.
                  I knew that I loved him. I’d made that revelation yesterday. But truthfully, even if I hadn’t, it would have been here, in this moment; in this beautiful reunion I would have given him my heart completely. He came for me and whatever depth of emotion for him that owned my soul was echoed and replicated in him. I felt his love for me in every breath he took, in every sweet kiss and primal touch. He was as lost to me as I was to him.
                  And for this first time in my life I knew true love. I knew what it was to love with everything I was made of, every part, piece and molecule. And I knew what it was like to be loved in that same way because it was how Hendrix loved me, how it radiated off of him and became everything everywhere in every moment.
                  This was what it meant to be in love.
                  Quarterback Chris was like an obsession with the high school boy six-pack and the social desperation for popular-crowd companionship. Plus there was the whole… he was a quarterback, I was a cheerleader thing. No wonder he’d never gotten past third base and some semi-kinky after prom action.
                  He just never had it in him to make me fall this deep.
                  Chris’s interests included making out, watching ESPN and spending way too much time trying to convince me to text him dirty pictures- obviously, before Zombies I wasn’t as savvy as I was now, but I did know better than that. Sexting never worked out for anyone. Ever.
                  At least not when eighteen year old boys were involved.
                  But Hendrix was so much more than hormones and the need to fit in. He was beyond anything I could have ever imagined, especially at the end of the world. And I couldn’t believe that I found him. I couldn’t believe that we found each other.
                  Hendrix pulled away and cupped my face with both his hands. “I love you too,” he whispered harshly against my lips. “Reagan, I love you more than all.”
                  “More than all?” I asked with a smile- it was just so… poetic.
                  I felt Hendrix’s lips smile in return and he gave me a quick kiss before he explained, “It’s what my mom used to say to my dad. I love you more than all and to the end.”
                  My chin trembled remembering Hendrix’s parents and their tragic story. I had these made up mental images of an older version of Page, deathly ill and in a hospital bed while a replica of Vaughan tended to her with the utmost devotion and care. I love you more than all and to the end. How perfect were those words.
                  “I like that,” I grinned, leaning up to kiss his scruffy chin.
                  “And I love you,” he smiled down at me.
                  “Alright, that’s all I can stomach,” Kane drawled and I suddenly remembered that he was in the room. Oops. “Do you mind if I just….? I’m assuming the coast is clear?”
                  Hendrix scowled immediately and pulled me against his body again. He did move me out of the way so Kane could walk by, but mostly I could tell he was just being possessive- which I did not mind one bit.
                  I smiled like an idiot against his chest and unzipped his blood-caked hoody so I could bury my face in his clean, clean-ish…. cleaner t-shirt.
                  Kane reached out on his way and ruffled my hair playfully. He chuckled lightly and then- because he wanted me to murder him- said, “I’m glad you took my advice, Reagan. You’re welcome Hendrix. I know she was having a little trouble saying those three special words.”
                  Son of a bitch.
                  At least he’d had the decency to put on a