“Dylan,” I hear Liam’s warning voice, so I quickly look up and see that he is very softly shaking his head.
“Don’t go, please.” Amina sends me a weak little smile, removes one of her hands from Liam’s back and reaches it out to me. I stare at it, transfixed, but can’t take it. I want to, but just can’t. She just holds it in the air and doesn’t pull it back. “I promise, the depressing part is over. Right? That was all, we won’t talk about these terrible things anymore,” she sniffs her nose, while smiling at Liam, who looks at her as if she was out of this world. “Change of subject, okay,” she turns to me again, her hand still in the air.
I step up to her, now my feet are taking me by themselves, and I interlock our fingers. Her skin is like the finest velvet. Warm, silky and soothing. I d
