“We can’t do this now,” I say. I know he’s right. I can’t run away from my life—I owe that to myself, but I owe it to him, too. When the tears come, Felix bundles me against his chest. I try to soak up the smell of him, imprint it on my soul. “Lucy.” His voice is thick. “There’s a reason we keep coming back to each other. We can come back to each other again.” I burrow farther into his warmth. “What if we don’t?” “I think we will.”
