What’re you doing?” I threw my arms around his neck, securing myself to him. “I’m carrying you home,” he said firmly, his voice shaken. “But it’s two more blocks. You can’t carry me that far,” I argued.“I can and I will,” he insisted. “Let me help you Beth, please.” Instantly I relaxed into his arms. It may have been my lack of options, or that I felt weak in the knees every time he said my name; either way, I didn’t argue. I knew I was safe with him.

Your fairy tale is about to begin.