Everything I’ve been holding back since the night I saw him at Curly’s comes rushing to the surface. Four years of want breaking through the barricade I built out of the rubble of us, tumbling out of me, and taking complete control of my limbs. Suddenly, my arms are around his neck. My back arched as I try to eliminate every fragment of space between his skin and mine. Chris’ hands come around my waist, and he sighs.
