We didn’t drop our hands at the next song change, just found the new beat and continued.
It occurred to me that I was tall enough in my heels to lean my head against his shoulder. Close enough to reach up and touch his hair, brush it away from his eyes the way I’d had the urge to do since the first time I saw him.
Close enough to do a lot of things.
Ben’s hand left my back and wove its way into my hair, right at the base of my skull, cradling where it met my neck.
My thoughts jumbled to utter nonsense the way only the panic that accompanied the Ben feeling could make them.
Normal. Splinters.
Can’t. Must.
Yes.
You’re worth that risk. Any risk. Yes.
Almost a whole thought, a whole answer, if I could just spit it out. But there was another question Ben had asked me long before the
