In the Likely Event

by Rebecca Yarros

Our gazes clashed, and the breath of space between us charged with enough voltage to shut down the four-chambered organ known as my heart. Too close.

“You know the best part of not defining this?” “My begrudging freedom?” I muttered. He laughed. “No. The possibilities, Izzy. That’s what we are. Possibility.” Possibility. The same reason he loved the sunrise.

That’s what Nate was to me. As far away as a lifetime and as close as yesterday, as near as twelve inches.