You can’t love anything properly from a distance.
I was afraid,” she said, “and I wanted to hear your voice.
They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around the...
He felt her heartbeat against his shoulder, through his jacket, light as raindrops.
