"- Is there something you're still angry about from the past years? I looked into his eyes when we stopped at our gate.
- No. No, he said honestly, after some thought. "To you?"
"I don't think so," I admitted, and I meant it. "However," I added, with a kind of "don't worry about it" look, "don't think that Benoit didn't mean much to me."
- I think. But your imaginary friend was called Jérome, he reminded me with a smile.
"Detailed question," I laughed to myself, then buried my face in his shoulder and hugged him tightly. "I'm glad that every single day of my last four years has been about you," I whispered, barely audible.
Cortez pulled away a little so he could look me in the eyes, then he kissed me long, and I was flooded with heat in the cool of the morning. I think we've settled that for good."