“I’m suddenly desperate to drink in every drop of his being, desperate to savor every moment I’ve never known before. I suddenly worry that there’s an expiration date on this phenomenon.”
“His eyes are a midnight moment filled with memories, the only windows into my world.”
“His heart is racing so fast I can’t distinguish it from my own. It’s 5,000 degrees in the air between us.”
“I’m up. Spinning. Scanning. Scared. They found us is the only thing I can think of. My stomach is a flimsy crepe, my heart a raging woodpecker, my blood a river of anxiety.”
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