“Rhys.” “And then, after that… I just felt numb. Like there was this dark shadow where everything good was and I couldn’t reach it anymore.” He laughs, a real one this time, and raises his eyes to mine. “And then.” He stretches out the word and kisses my nose. “This little punk figure skater grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch her, and I felt something. I was scared I’d never see her again.” “Oh?” I’m dizzy, spinning in the well of his brown eyes. I think I’ll drown in his dimples if they grow any deeper. “And then?”
