“G’night, Beckett.” I didn’t answer right away. I simply watched the rise and fall of her frame as she slipped back into a deep slumber. Olive was facing her, their hands only inches away from each other. Intimacy, I thought again. Most people I knew confused the idea of it with sex. With the physical release of one body with another. And maybe that was a big part of it, the willingness and desire to cross those lines too. To let your pleasure loose alongside someone else’s. But to me, intimacy was trust.
