A bigger part of me remembers the moment he said: “If I thought I deserved it, I’d kiss you right now.” Slowly, my heart pounding right through my chest, I move my hands to cradle Keynes’s face. Sweep my thumbs over those sharp cheekbones, feeling the rasp of stubble he forgot to shave. My head falls forward until my brow bumps his. I whisper, “You deserve it. Everything you want, you deserve it.”
