27
Aspen
“Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.” - Christian Nestell Bovee
Noel flinched when I touched him. It killed a part of me. After what we’d just done, what we’d shared. I’d never felt anything like that with anyone before, as if we were no longer two separate people, but one binding whole.
Torn in half by his small rejection, I began to withdraw my hand. But he caught my fingers and squeezed them hard. His eyes went frantic, darting around my face as if he was scared...for me. “Are you okay?” he asked, and his breathing was no longer steady but coming in short bursts.
I nodded, confused. He’d just asked me that. “Of...of course. Why? What’s wrong?”
I’d been floating, absolutely high off life. Nothing could top the sensations a
