“I miss her,” Pippin says.
“Me, too.”
For a while, we watch the movie, but I focus more on his weight on top of me, his warm body against mine. He feels so right, as though this is where he’s meant to be. He fills a hole in my life that’s always been empty until now.
His body fits perfectly with mine and even though he’s thin, he’s solid. He may look like a waif, but he sure doesn’t feel like one.
Pippin scoots down a few more inches until he can press his ear against my chest, right over my heart. He rises and falls with my every breath, and I let my hands wander up his back until one hand is resting on the nape of his neck and the other carding through his soft hair.
“Your heart is so steady,” he says. “Just like you.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Very, verygood.”
He doesn’t move from the spot, and when the movie ends, he asks me to put on another one. I choose one at random—one of the newer Star Warsmovies I haven’t seen.