"I guess we'll just have to really commit," she gasps out, curling her hand around the back of his neck. She feels so alive in Ben's arms, like everything is in vivid technicolor. It's beautiful, all of it, and she stares at him as he speaks.

"It's alright," she says soothingly, cupping his cheek and tracing her thumb across his eyebrow, pushing his sweaty hair back from his temples. Yes, things might have been easier. They might have been different, but it doesn't matter. They're together now.

I forgive you. Her mouth finds his as she rocks slowly in his lap, fingers curled behind his ears as she lets out a gasp. "You're here now, Ben. You're here."

And then again. I forgive you. Another kiss, another moan, and she wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders. I forgive you.