presses his free hand into his thigh. I can feel the force of his hope, his nerves, his regret. But beneath all that, I can feel myself: I’m stunned. And so happy I don’t know what to do with it. What happens when you’re overflowing with more fucking joy than you’ve ever felt in your life? It’s like an ocean in me, made up of I love you and You’re brilliant and Will you give me a chance? All the things I’ve ever secretly wanted, barely dared to hope for, never quite got around to expecting.
