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I’d been living my life as if nothing had changed. But the promise of Toby had illuminated all my days, edging them with gold like the calligraphy of medieval monks.
His head came up, and his eyes were so very blue it hurt.
He curled his fingers, his nails pressing star-bright crescents into my skin.
“Then trust me. Not just with your body.” His hand settled over my chest, missing my heart at usual, because he was both sentimental and hopelessly inaccurate, and for some inexplicable reason that…moved me.
Pain was simply an inevitability of living, and I had to learn how to trust him with his own, as I trusted him with mine.
The muscles of his back shifted under his T-shirt like the memory of wings as he worked,
