“I didn’t know I was meant to?” I stumble over the words, conscious of the fact I’m suddenly lightheaded. Overly aware of how well our bodies fit together and how s****l this feels.
“You’re not … It’s up to you … Either you like them, or you don’t, it doesn’t matter … not one of them is permanent.” He moves back to his previous hold, giving me some breathing room again and I exhale with relief. He lifts his hand from my waist and waves at someone behind me then returns it back to its warm spot on my body. Pulling me in a little closer if that is possible. I’m practically part of his body like this.
“What do you see in them?” I’ve mulled over this every time I met one, never seeing the connection and I can’t stop asking dumb questions. He raises his eyebrow, followed by a smile which says
