“Destiny…”
Elizabeth faltered at Sawyer’s use of the word. She had really thought that he had moved past his belief in destiny and fate. She cast aside the towel she had been using to dry off her hair, and then sat down on the bed.
Sawyer joined her, perching nervously on the edge of the bed because he saw that she was unsure of herself and he wanted to know that she had not just agreed to discuss moving to make him happy.
“You can call it whatever you like, Elizabeth. If you want to try and find logic and reason in this then we are supposed to be together for some reason that hit us on a biological level and it means we are happy together and miserable apart. I’m happy right now because I get to wake up next to you every morning, and tell you that I love you whenever the hell I wa
