HOURS LATER, I WOKE to find Tank’s index finger stroking my bare shoulder. Remembered heat suffused me. Tingles slid all the way down to my toes.
But Tank didn’t take it up a notch. Not this time. Instead, he breathed into my ear. “Tell me about your family.”
“My family?” I pulled back a few inches so I could peer into his face.
The train clacked past a lone streetlight. The glow flickered across his scars, one streak then gone. Despite my best intentions to keep my fingers to myself, they rose to trace the uniqueness of Tank.
He didn’t flinch back the way he had the first time I touched him there. Instead, he leaned into my hand while replying. “I want to understand all of you. Where you came from. Where you’re going.”
It had been days since Tank had admitted to ripping apart his own
