Perfect Fit: A Novel

by Clare Gilmore

“I don’t want us to be a distraction for each other.” Will slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks. He laughs briefly, bites his lip, and asks, “Do you plan to stop existing?”

“What if you took from me what you wanted and left the rest? I can take it.” His voice is deep in his throat, breath warm on my skin. “Use me. Please. It would be an honor. I can exist for you only in moments like this one. I can be scarce when you need me not to exist.”