Chapter 6

I do. I want him so badly right now. My body responds to his touch in ways my mind doesn’t remember—I want these arms around me, these lips kissing me, these hands holding mine.

Before I can answer him, Tobin murmurs, “I’m not pushing you. I know it must be hard. Believe me, I do. But I just want to hold you tonight. I just want to hear your heart beat in the darkness, I want to feel your breath tickle my neck. I want to wake up in the morning and see the sun play across your face. Is that too much to ask?”

Turning in his arms to look at him, I whisper, “No.”

His face is so close in the darkness. His eyes sparkle like the stars that shine down on the fields. I touch his cheek, and his skin is so impossibly soft beneath my fingers, downy and firm like the skin of a peach. “Can you show me how to do it?” I whisper in the growing darkness. “How to please you? How to be who I used to be? Can you show me how to love you again?”