“The truth is, that I think about waking up beside you,” he said, and she halted her hands’ exploration. “I think about you all the time, about how you share blueberries with Plum and how you braid your hair. I think about how you’ll hopefully stand close the next time you’re showing me how to knead dough, and about how I can ask you to lay your head in my lap again so I can touch your hair, and about how I wish you wouldn’t be afraid to tell me everything because I would never hurt you.”
