Feeling Ginnie's arms around my body again was the best way to come home, without a doubt. Home, that was exactly what it felt like right now, coming home. I was home wherever I was, as long as I was with her.
"Did everything go OK? Are you doing OK?" She asked me, her eyes filled with worry as her hands held on to my face, making sure I would look her in the eye as I would speak. This girl could read me like a book and knew what was going on inside of my mind. But as soon as I was able to look into her eyes and hold her in my arms, feeling her scent wrap around my body and feel her lips against mine as she leaned in to kiss me, I knew that I was OK. I knew that I would be OK in the end, as long as I would have her in my arms. I would always be OK, when she was still in my arms, since I
