When they kissed, her mouth on Kit’s for the millionth time, his lips felt cold, and the applause, the roiling cheers, made gooseflesh ripple beneath her dress. When they broke apart, she observed her body. Beneath the meshed lace, her skin was puckered, hair follicles swollen by cold and by the realisation that she was married, that she had made a mistake. Because shouldn’t she be full now? Shouldn’t she be satisfied? Despite everything, she was hollow. She was hungry.
Wow so profound and subtle
